July 6, 2012 by orvietoorbust
It was July of 1988, and in commemoration of the birth of my son, I planted a small fuchsia Bougainvillea in a planter just under our front window. The vine was scrawny and spindly, and the few flowers it had fell off, leaving only a sad green twig in the ground. I was so worried that this Bougainvillea would be too weak to make it through the winter. Shortly thereafter we relocated across town, leaving the Bougainvillea behind to fend for itself.
Last week, on my way to meet a friend for lunch, I unexpectedly found myself walking in the old neighborhood and came upon our flat on Green Street. I was surprised to see that the exterior of the apartment hadn’t really changed all that much over the years… except for one thing…the luscious, huge Bougainvillea climbing up the side of the building! Amazingly, almost a quarter of a century later, this plant not only survived, it flourished!
Today marks the anniversary of the day, twenty-four years ago, when my son came into the world and when that little twig of a Bougainvillea took root and started to grow. 1988: It was a very good year for little boys and Bougainvillea.
Auguri, Andrew Quincy Todd!