Four year ago, for our four-month anniversary, Tom gave me an orange gerbera daisy.
A week later, my mom gave me a pink gerbera daisy for my birthday. I re-potted both plants and have had them ever since.
In the winter I bring them inside and sort of forget about them. All winter they sit on a shelf in my laundry room, lose leaves, and wither into nothing. Every year I think about throwing them out because they look so pathetic.
But then in the spring I set them outside and they send out new leaves.
And every year, right around my birthday, they do this.
It’s just enough to buy them another winter in my laundry room.