When we bought our current home, there was a tiny little tea rose plant in a tiny little pot.
I’m really not a rose person….so I popped it out of the pot and stuffed it in the ground.
A year or so later and it wasn’t looking great, and I apparently have a soft heart for a plant, despite being a bit of a survival-of-the-fittest gardener…. so I dug it up and stuffed it back in a pot so it would get watered semi-regularly.
Eventually I tired of it and stuck it back in the ground.
Wash.
Rinse.
Repeat.
I have lost count of how many times I’ve moved this little rose.
How many times I thought it died.
How many springs it stuck up a shoot and a bud and announced….
“I’m not quite dead!”
Add so, with the driveway being done, I dug it out of the ground…..again…..and plopped it in a little pot….and again….it has thrown up a flower and announced that it is still among the living….despite being no bigger, and probably somewhat smaller, than when we first encountered it, 12 years ago.
That!
Is resilience.
