Buried inside a smothering plastic pot, and wrapped in suffocating plastic tape, the “Little Plant That Could” somehow survived. I freed it! Well, my cousin and I did. It’s thriving. I add a little water and tons of love and affectionate words every day. However, I think it may be time to transplant the little guy to soil. My “Lucky Bamboo.” Although “Lucky” is not beautiful, but as with many things that are not, the enthusiasm and positive feeling that he elicits are just as important, really more so. “Lucky” affects all who see him in a positive way! I guess he’s just lucky.
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