Fuchsia Plant
In my last post, I shared with you, some of my favorite flowers.  I knew from the git go that I would leave out many equally deserving flowers. This is one of them. I discovered this plant a few years ago while returning from a doctor’s appointment. It was fortuitous really, but as I stopped at a red light, I glanced in the direction of one of my favorite flower marts.  They’d hung these plants outdoors, I am sure to tempt people like me. Well it worked, because I quickly pulled into the parking area and was immediately entranced by the beauty of these blooms. I knew without a doubt that I would leave the store with one or more of those beauties. And so it goes, each Spring/early Summer, finds me anxiously awaiting the arrival of these beautiful gifts of nature. This year, the blooms are more prolific than ever, so I bought two, one to frame either side of my front doorway.  

As Henry Ward Beecher remarked “flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.” If that be true, the fuchsia plant is neither sad nor an introvert. No indeed, she is showy, quick to laughter and the center of attention wherever she goes. She is the belle of the ball. Her “countenance” leaves those in her presence happy for no apparent reason, for she exudes happiness and positive energy. She shouts, “look at me,” and you do, then you are hooked. One look, will leave you wanting more.

Blessings, lydia

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