She has survived longer than any other plant I've owned. I'm guessing we've been together about 10 years. The compost was wet and rich. I patted it down with dry leaves. As I was doing this, I noticed a white feather at my feet. There have been quite a few of these calling my attention lately.
Looking around, white called out to me everywhere.
White flowers and white stones were quickly gathered and arranged around my neglected money tree.
I hope she feels nourished and loved.
Always grateful, I know that I am blessed. All good things flow to me. Namaste.