Adenium and Me

It has been raining everyday and with all the gloomy skies and wetness, not a soul of despair permeated in my being.  I love the rain and the coldness it brings.  It has a certain enigma attached to the pitter patter of the rain on my roof albeit noisy because of the roof material.  The wetness glimmers on the pavement as I look outside the window. It looks like the sky is creating a mirror to reflect upon its shape.

But all things are not good as the sun shines this morning.  Armed with a broomstick to clear the brown leaves that had fallen from the branches, I looked around and saw something saddening.  My collection of Adenium have their leaves dropping.  The leaves are black as well as some of the smaller tips of the plants.  I know the culprit, it is the rain.

As we all know that plants need water or rain but not in all cases.  My life is like how the weather changed the Adenium in my garden.  My struggles in life has been hammering me down the ground.  In as much as I rise up against odds, I find myself back on the ground feeling hopeless.  Then I resort to being busy, which is also not so good for my health.  I also started drinking around three cups of coffee each day and then pushing myself to be sleepy around nine in the evening.

It is an unhealthy lifestyle, as much as the rain have caused havoc in my garden. My health is failing as evident by my weekend fever.  As I look at the plants that once coloured the landscape of my abode, I resolved to put a solution to these erratic changes.  And as I reflect on what I have been doing recently, I resolve to change a few things in my life.

I wanted a flowering garden once again in as much as I wanted the happy Jonathan I was before.

Some of my Adenium collection.