My potflower has taught me to have faith. It may look like an insignificant green bush now but it is a work in progress and if I and my watering jug continue to do our part, it will, one day, bloom. My potflower has taught me to give everything in moderation: love, affection and attention, if given over and above moderation can drown it. My potflower will droop in a sad face fashion and that’s how I’ll know it needs me. My potflower has taught me to let the sunshine in. It stretches towards the light when it feels deprived. My potflower has taught me that it’s ok to nip it in the bud once the bud dies because, in time, that bud will grow back as beautiful as it was before.
And so I water in moderation and keep it at arms length with my eye ever so often falling on it and one day, it will blossom.