Survivor
When my child was born, one of my very good friends gave me an orchid plant. I kept it for a while and then it died (because ALL plants that I keep die quite easily--my thumbs are whatever color is the opposite of green). Or I thought it did. I eventually put it outside and it sat neglected for years near the fence. Grandpa found it a month or so ago and moved it to the front yard area. One day I was walking past and I noticed that there were flower buds on it! Miracle-- that darn thing was not only alive, but apparently thriving (I guess). When the flowers came up, I made him come down and take a picture holding his miracle plant.
My mood: awesome