Are there House plants in Heaven?

I have some news about a family member, the houseplant. You remember him? We've been through the years together, stuck by each other through thick and thin, dry or humid, sand or soil. Well, it was either the years or the hot summer but he is slowly succumbing to a demise. Remember our little game of droop-over-the-pot to indicate he was thirsty? Well, it seems he doesn't have the strength to pull himself up anymore. Today I staked him and tied a string under his leaves to prop him into a standing position. It was a pathetic attempt , a small sigh of resignation escaped from somewhere below the soil line. I've tried everything, a new pot, soil, sunshine, I even put him out front while the lawn was being sprinkled to invoke in him the will and pride of his wild ancestors. Nothing. I'm afraid that I am here to just make his last few days as comfortable and dignified as possible, and hope that I can be there to hold a leaf when he finally decides to let go and join the big mulch pit in the sky.

On a happier note, my plumarias are doing exceptionally well and I am happy to report that one of the newer ones has just unveiled flowers for the first time. True to the nursery's promise it was indeed a deep dark red flower with just a hint of yellow in the middle.

The occasion of both of these events reminds us all that the Lord Bloomith, and the Lord Wiltith away.