Begonia

My begonia, that I got from my mother’s mother or was it my mother’s cousin? In any case, it is quite suddenly ill. To the point that I think she won’t survive.

This is her a couple of weeks ago.

This morning.

Her babies.

But really? I want the mother to come back and thrive as she used to.

Addendum: Once upon a time, there was a begonia, struggling to survive the tender loving oblivion of her human…whose morning started with a giant hairball—left by some unapologetic cat for the human to step in when she sat down at her desk. And ended here. No more worries about that already dead begonia. I have the tendril that was left now soaking in fish emulsion water.

My datebook is unlikely to recover from the fruit smoothie that drenched it. We will see if my ADD insanity will be able to tolerate the resulting wrinkles in the paper for the rest of the year. Even thinking about it makes me cringe.

Addendum 2: I am researching Bullet Journals.