Such as the geranium that refuses to die.
All living things had left the house, except three raggedy orchinds and a giant coral-pink geranium that I never recall anyone watering.
But when I returned in November, the three orchids and that geranium were still hanging on. I watered them, out of respect for their tenaciousness.
It’s a tacky, brash pink, especially against its scraggly stems and few leaves.
But the geranium (and the three orchids) are sitting in the front seat of my Fiat, ready to begin the drive south to NYC. I watered it a little bit. Not a lot; more when we get home.
Yet here we are.
If that ugly, abandoned geranium can make it through 2018 and still flower, goddamnit, so can I.