One of the few things that has brought peace and happiness to my poor tortured sister this summer has been her potted plants. Her emotional health has, in some ways, gotten progressively worse as the dog days of summer have worn on. Body vibrations, headaches, sleepless nights, and lots and lots of tears and hugs. My heart continues to break. That said, she has been under the care of a psychiatrist (albeit a virtual online one), and she's been on prescription medications, Lexipro, Xanax. So far she's still had more bad days than good. We keep hoping the scales will tip and she'll start to come out from the shadows...but no real sign of it yet. All we can do is hope.
Back to the plants: weeks ago we found a lot of large clay pots at a yard sale. They were a steal. She potted them with multi-colored geraniums, lantana, ivies, etc. The colors make her happy and it gives her something to take care of, a focus to take her mind off her troubles, if only for a few minutes a day. They make me happy because they make her happy.
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