My gardenia had a bud fall off and I’m devastated. Now, this was a normal occurrence BT. “BT” in this case notes the time period before transplanting it to a bigger pot and before I started this blog. During this dark time, buds will fall off and I knew I was killing my gardenia and losing at the competition. But the transplanting was my savior of sorts. It produced new leaves, new foliage, new buds. My attention of the gardenia was rewarded and it was the dawn of a new age. And even better, a single bud was turning white.
Not to hit this whole Jesus analogy too hard but the irony is not lost on me that while I was away celebrating Easter with my family, the single white bud on my gardenia dropped to the ground. Not a spec of rot on it, leaving me with more questions than answers. I’ll leave it as an exercise to the reader to surmise at who struck down my false god.
To make matters worse, Naomi alerted us as to the fact that she has a bud that is blooming. Her piety rewarded. I’ve resolved to pray more over my gardenia.
