Brought to you by the letter L
A few days ago I snapped a photo of some tumbled buds, intending to post about the water torture that is my relationship with lasiantha. Which lately has been forming buds over and over and over and over and over again just to drop them.
When I was a kid we had a cockatiel named Thelma Poo who brooded moodily over her periodic batches of unfertilized eggs. And this felt a bit like that.
But I guess I gave up too soon because this morning, lo and behold, there was a single fuzzy little chick waiting for me. Maybe the three other umbels waiting in the wings will give me... idk... 2? blossoms? Reach for the stars, man!
So, everyone hang in there. Fighting!!