Green
Today I was shown something amazing. Bit of back story: In early 2018 I was doing an event at Yamabiko dome with the school, and the booth close by was selling 泥だんご studded with random seeds. You split it in half and planted the halves in two pots. The other pot has long since broken, but one survived and managed to sprout a great hulking thing that bloomed the loveliest purple and white flowers. I took the best care of it, watering it and speaking kind and encouraging words to help it grow. I would always rush to water it when I come back from holiday, often fearing when I left that it would be the last time I would see it alive and healthy. It always managed to pick up immediately after watering, and all would be well. I had a fairly emotional attachment to this plant. How could you not, when I celebrated each bloom, telling it nice things and telling the other buds that they were beautiful too? Earlier last month I managed to land myself in the hospital for...