After V's funeral, I was able to take a kalanchoe plant that had been sent. I have nurtured, petted, sung and pampered in everyway I could imagine. It never bloomed again. So I decided to ignore it. It still never bloomed. It just sat in its pot looking ratty.
Dad died on January 13. That blasted plant began sprouting blooms. What do you think?
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