To make matters worse, she also has congestive heart failure.
But, she got all her Christmas mail out on time. And organized things at home for when she would be in hospital.
One of the things she did was to get Life Line for her husband, who would be staying home alone. He is also 85 and suffered a series of mild strokes last year at this time. She then became his caregiver.
I was inspired by her actions. My great aunt Loukie did what needed to be done. I could do the same (and did - previous post).
Last year's poinsettia sits on my dining room windowsill. It lasted all through the long winter, spring and once summer came around, I put it in the garden and forgot about it. I'm surprised it didn't die. Don't think I watered it.
By fall, I took pity on it and brought it into the house. It's lovely red flowers (leaves really) had dropped off.
I remember my mother trying to bring back Christmas poinsettias by putting them in a dark closet for 12 hours and then in daylight for 12 hours. I don't think it ever worked for her. It never worked for me.
But this one is different. It's leaves are beginning to turn red, and soon will look like flowers.
I don't care whether the Christmas season is over. I don't care that it looks scraggly. This little plant has found inspiration.... and so have I.