Looking through the growth on my flower bed, I came across a lost begonia lying on some wood. It got to me.

I’ve become close to these flowers, sometimes, I think they have feelings. This beautiful flower was alone, and away from its plant, I just felt a sting in the heart.

I talked to it, reassured it, and said we would get her/him out of there and to a better place.

I do think that in order to have beautiful flowers, you just have to love them, no matter how strange it feels. And I do think they have feelings.

I cut the flower loose and set it on the top of the bed while I searched for a jar:

I can’t quite imagine myself doing this even a few years ago. Maria is rubbing off on me.

The begonia came inside, I put it on a mason jar with water and put it out in front of Maria’s place in the dining room.

She was happy to see it. I guess this was a begonia rescue.

The begonia’s last home is on the dining room table. All’s well.