When my parents left for Arizona this year, my mom asked me if I would take care of her orchid plant over the winter. I told her I would, only if she reminded me every Friday to give it 1/3 cup of water….it seems orchids are kind of funny that way. She also said she was leaving behind two sorry looking African Violets to die. If I wanted them they were on the top of her fridge. I decided to bring them home with the orchid to see if I could finish them off right. I didn’t want them to die a slow lonely death in a cold empty house. I wanted them to be surrounded by warmth and family, as I slowly killed them off. Guess what, one is blooming. I know, crazy!