Blinking I almost drop my scone on the floor.
Rosa, my miniature rosebush, grew while I was sleeping. She was only about 6 or 7 inches tall and no wider than my handspan when I planted her but now she's over 2 ft tall and stretches across the planter box.
I've never seen a plant grow so fast.
"Must have been all the extra love I gave you yesterday," I speak to her petals. The wind rustling her leaves sounds like a grateful sigh. "You just needed a place to stretch your roots."
The rosebush doesn't respond, although I receive a pleasant whiff of sweet rose scent as I sit outside with my coffee.
Hazel wanted me to contact her if anything weird happened. I wonder if she'd consider a fast-growing plant "weird."
"You're just being paranoid," I tell myself as I finish my coffee and pla
