A month ago, this Oxalis plant was in tatters. It was a pile of brown shriveled twiggy leaves, a pot of dirt, dead. Sadly, I left it to fend for itself out on the back porch...
until I circled back around, drizzled some water in the dust and whispered, anybody in there?
I moved it to the front hallway, where pale yellow September light drifts in. In a few days, green threads were growing.
It's been a month. Now it's a wild-tendrils-reaching-every-which-way Oxalis (shamrock) plant, practically dancing towards the light. Tiny pink flowers are bursting from the tips.
There will be times when your life might feel like a pot of dirt; dry, dusty, dead. But something full, green and crazy-good is waiting to grow. Trust me. You may not see it right away.
But it's there.