Also a form of escapism.
Imagine my horror when I woke up at 5.30am this morning, and found Sophie – WILTED!
Her stems were bending over, and her leaves were crinkled and soft. It was an amazing transformation, considering I had just seen her tall and upright the night before!
Trying not to panic, I hurriedly gave her a dose of water, and sprinkled handfuls of droplets over her leaves.
This afternoon, when I came home, she looked as good as new again.
Google (and my instincts) tells me that she has probably not been watered enough.
It looks like I’ll have to give her water more frequently, as moisture is apparently used up more quickly in small pots of soil.
Got myself an early Christmas present a few days ago.
Her name is Sophie, as inspired by the girl in Sophie’s World.
I was planning to bring her to the office and place her on my desk to accompany me through working hours, but I’m having second thoughts.
She feels so fragile, so pure… it is almost sacrilegious to put her among all the worldly chaos.
So, in my room and on my table she will remain, sheltered from the noise and unbearables of the world.