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stairs in the teacher’s dormitory, credit: Mulan</figcaption></figure><p id="6fd1">With a melancholy mood, I left the campus. Winter is cold and lacks sunlight. I was afraid she wouldn’t survive. Also, there was no guarantee that no one would steal her.</p><p id="55da">To my surprise, when I returned to campus from vacation, I saw Jasmine again. <b>She was still there, she looked even bigger and stronger.</b></p><p id="e13f">I got so excited to move her home and put her on the balcony, so she was safe.</p><p id="d4fc">Jasmine has never lived up to my expectations, she bloomed every year and for a long period. And I have never left her alone on campus again.</p><p id="7064">Sometimes the girl who gave me the flower asked about Jasmine after leaving the campus. I was happy to share pictures with her.</p><p id="5d3f">Jasmine became our child, bringing us hope and joy.</p><figure id="9c81"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*BQfm6SPRFBC88468yCkipw.jpeg"><figcaption>The blooming Jasmine, credit: Mulan</figcaption></figure><p id="fcb1"><b>The fleeting years are like water, too hasty, and some stories have become yesterday before they even started.</b></p><p id="1e55">In the summer of 2020, I decided to go back to Canada with my son. I had to leave Jasmine on campus. This time, I gave her to a colleague.</p><p id="dd0e">More than two years have passed. During the pandemic, the campus was closed from time to time. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from the colleague, let alone learned about Jasmine.</p><p id="0cfa">Separation and reunion are part of our lives. <b>No matter who or what I meet, I cherish every warmth they bring to me.</b></p><p id="cbd3">As the pandemic eased, most of the world has returned to normal life, but the place where Jasmine is located remains closed.</p><p id="e26f">No one knows how long it will take to reopen.</p><p id="3a89">Dear Jasmine, are you OK now?</p><p id="2178">Thank you for reading! Please share your thoughts about <b>separation and reunion</b> with me in the comments!</p><p id="ba89">Thanks to <a href="">Dr. Preeti Singh</a> for the prompt for the 2nd week of October!</p><div id="a940" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/whisper-to-your-plants-they-pour-love-5c0e92a395a0"> <div> <div> <h2>Whisper To Your Plants, They Pour Love</h2> <div><h3>October 2nd week prompt: Loving house plants</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*6ffeRD0aAr9QgS0pC_8feA.jpeg)"></div>

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PROMPT/Our loving houseplants

Nothing Is Perfect

Life is about separation and reunion

Men have sorrow and joy; they part or meet again.

The moon is bright or dim, and she may wax or wane.

There has been nothing perfect since the old days.

-by Sushi (A famous Poet in the Song Dynasty of China)

A few years ago, one of my students gave me a pot of Jasmine before graduation. It was May, and the branches were full of buds, but not yet blooming.

The student was a little embarrassed because she accidentally broke the flowerpot while carrying it. Luckily my colleague sent me a new one very quickly which saved me and Jasmine.

During our time in Germany, my husband and I grew a lot of plants at home. When I left the country, I had to give them all to friends.

Giving away those plants is as sad as saying goodbye to a friend. Since then, I didn’t have any plants.

The Jasmine that the student brought to me was the first plant I’ve grown in years. As if to welcome a bride from afar, I carefully inquired about how to grow Jasmine on the Internet and bought her fertilizer.

Before the end of May, the flowers were already in full bloom, white and flawless, and a faint fragrance filled my room.

Every day when I come back from getting out of class, I couldn’t wait to meet my Jasmine on the balcony, who always greeted me with a smile.

The winter vacation came, and I would be leaving campus. Of course, I was going to bring Jasmine with me as usual, otherwise who could take care of her during that time?

On the day I left, the scheduled taxi driver was unable to take me to the train station due to a temporary emergency. The new driver refused to take Jasmine anyway.

It was impossible to leave Jasmine on the balcony because then the rain would not get on her and she would die of thirst. I had to put her in the teacher’s dormitory downstairs and prayed that nature would take care of her.

I left the Jasmine downstairs in the teacher’s dormitory, credit: Mulan

With a melancholy mood, I left the campus. Winter is cold and lacks sunlight. I was afraid she wouldn’t survive. Also, there was no guarantee that no one would steal her.

To my surprise, when I returned to campus from vacation, I saw Jasmine again. She was still there, she looked even bigger and stronger.

I got so excited to move her home and put her on the balcony, so she was safe.

Jasmine has never lived up to my expectations, she bloomed every year and for a long period. And I have never left her alone on campus again.

Sometimes the girl who gave me the flower asked about Jasmine after leaving the campus. I was happy to share pictures with her.

Jasmine became our child, bringing us hope and joy.

The fleeting years are like water, too hasty, and some stories have become yesterday before they even started.

In the summer of 2020, I decided to go back to Canada with my son. I had to leave Jasmine on campus. This time, I gave her to a colleague.

More than two years have passed. During the pandemic, the campus was closed from time to time. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from the colleague, let alone learned about Jasmine.

Separation and reunion are part of our lives. No matter who or what I meet, I cherish every warmth they bring to me.

As the pandemic eased, most of the world has returned to normal life, but the place where Jasmine is located remains closed.

No one knows how long it will take to reopen.

Dear Jasmine, are you OK now?

Thank you for reading! Please share your thoughts about separation and reunion with me in the comments!

Thanks to Dr. Preeti Singh for the prompt for the 2nd week of October!

Whisper To Your Plants, They Pour Love

October 2nd week prompt: Loving house plants

medium.com

You must know Katie Michaelson. Not only is she a great editor, but she’s also an excellent gardener. By reading the story below, you’ll walk into her garden and learn how to grow the most delicious cucumbers.

Why Do My Cucumbers Have Pointed Ends?

Don’t feel bad, it’s easy to get pointed cucumbers and the cure is just as easy.

medium.com

Neera Handa Dr is a passionate writer. She said that “Gardens are where nature meets human art” touched my heart. Read her story below and you’ll appreciate her stunning photos and great wisdom.

My heart goes garden, garden

in a garden, where nature meets human art

medium.com

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