Love this pink bud stage even more than the white blossoms on my huge jade plant that came to me from my friend Chuy, who led us on many fine adventures before he departed this plane. Chuy, you come to life again every time this gorgeous plant blooms.
This was my friend Chuy’s plant and every time I look at it, I think of him. He used to take my friend Betty and me out into the small villages to see precolumbian artifacts and ruins. I love the buds as much as the flowers–the shading and the tight little promise of delicate white flowers to come.
They are like presents that open themselves. Every day a new collection of perfect blooms.
Impossible to choose a favorite shot, so I’ll be as profuse as the plant and just include them all!