Are YOU a Rose of Jericho?
About a year ago, my very best friend gave me a very curious plant. She asked me, "Have you ever heard of a Rose of Jericho?"
Now I love gardening, and I love when others give me a little slice of their plant, and I can grow a new one. It's almost like having a piece of your person with you! My Grandmother had a true green thumb and my husband knows everything about plants and flowers! But, I had never heard of this one.
This gift was so special. It's a beautiful correlation and reminder to those of us that struggle daily. This plant, this tumble weed, survives. No matter what. Bad weather? No water? Too hot? You forgot about it? You have a black thumb! (LOL) It looks completely dead?! But... it's magical. It's strong. It's a spiritual force of it's own.
You see, the Rose of Jericho, is a fighter. If I had to pick a spirit plant, I'd choose this one. Every day, I go on my porch and see this reminder. Even when it looks like the last breath is gone, a sprinkle of water awakens it. Back to normal. Back to life. Back to reality. We can all be a Rose of Jericho for each other. Sprinkle life back into those who need it.
I'll leave you with the definition from Wikipedia; Rose of Jericho:
A plant with great resistance to desiccation, its branches have the property of contracting with dryness, remaining closed and dry for many years, reopening with moisture or contact with water, regaining all its freshness and beauty.
Now I love gardening, and I love when others give me a little slice of their plant, and I can grow a new one. It's almost like having a piece of your person with you! My Grandmother had a true green thumb and my husband knows everything about plants and flowers! But, I had never heard of this one.
This gift was so special. It's a beautiful correlation and reminder to those of us that struggle daily. This plant, this tumble weed, survives. No matter what. Bad weather? No water? Too hot? You forgot about it? You have a black thumb! (LOL) It looks completely dead?! But... it's magical. It's strong. It's a spiritual force of it's own.
You see, the Rose of Jericho, is a fighter. If I had to pick a spirit plant, I'd choose this one. Every day, I go on my porch and see this reminder. Even when it looks like the last breath is gone, a sprinkle of water awakens it. Back to normal. Back to life. Back to reality. We can all be a Rose of Jericho for each other. Sprinkle life back into those who need it.
I'll leave you with the definition from Wikipedia; Rose of Jericho:
A plant with great resistance to desiccation, its branches have the property of contracting with dryness, remaining closed and dry for many years, reopening with moisture or contact with water, regaining all its freshness and beauty.
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