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And now, for something completely different:
Our Marriage Flower
(written by my Mum)
Nearly 50 years ago, Hibiscus plants were in Germany something very rare and exotic. You couldn't buy them everywhere in supermarkets like today.
My sister in law, who used to spend holidays in southern European countries such as Italy, Greece or Spain, brought one plant with her and made offshoots from it.
So we came to a small, about 30 cm high Hibiscus flower in a pot. We loved it!
Then we moved from a little village on the Swabian Alb to another little village near the river Rhine. The Hibiscus grew, I always looked well after it, watered and fertilised it, and freed it of lice when necessary. Soon it needed a bigger pot.
Then we moved again - the Hibiscus moved with us, into the town we still live in, but another place than now.
Hibiscus grew - needed a new pot. Every summer we set it outside on our terrace, in winter it came in, lost all its leaves, I cut the twigs back, it didn't look very beautiful then.
But in spring it grew again, made blossoms, got outside.
Then we moved again, in the same town, but into the flat we still live in (now since 24 years). Hibiscus went with us: Needed a bigger pot every few years, and every summer we enjoy it on our balcony, also looking at it from inside.
Fortunately we have a space in the staircase, so we can take it indoors, when autumn and cold nights and days are coming.
|Some of the other flowers on the balcony|
So it has got now almost as old as our marriage, we consider it a symbol for it, it flowers mostly, but sometimes it doesn't look so pretty, but always recovers and gives us a lot of pleasure. We really hope it will last for a long time to come, both our marriage and our Hibiscus.
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Thank you, Mum! This was beautiful and touching. Of course, I remember the Hibiscus as having been there always - it must be nearly as old as I.
My parents were married in 1965, I was born in 1968, and I guess the Hibiscus came to live with us no later than 1971, when it was already a few years old.
Its highest flower now reaches taller than I, and it has a proper wooden stem like a tree.
What a lovely and appropriate symbol for a marriage!
My Mum sent me this picture of the Hibiscus' stem today:
Just in case I wanted to add it to the post, and so I added it, to show you how sturdy and stable this beautiful plant has become over the years.