The last installment was simply too dreary to post. Until now (two months later), when I returned from travels to find that the grandifloras had grown a third bud. Whaaaat?! I posted the dreary one so that you, too, could feel the love — the surge from the agony of defeat to the thrill of victory. Look at this beautiful baby. My guess is it will blow tonight.
Here’s the entire plant, elegantly ugly in yesterday’s morning mist:


Congratulations!!!! Excellent plotting. 🙂
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The little pod that could ! Those other two must have been for practice 😛
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This gives me hope! Is there a live feed? Or I’ll just start driving now and hope to make it in time
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I wish I was that sophisticated. But I will try a time lapse!
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Maybe you should play some Bach and speak softball to it🎼🎻
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Geez, not softball!! Softly!
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Your story began with the tragedy of the two failed flowers. The second part of The Trilogy introduced a new character, and gave us hope! Did our hero triumph, Dear Writer?
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