There's an underpass bridge I drive by every day to work. One day, I noticed a little
Eucalyptus bush growing by a tree, next to the bridge, behind a fence. The day I first
noticed it, I was so happy, wondering why I didn't notice it before. Maybe it was too
small then, or being by an underpass, I never bothered to look. Well, I've been watching
it over the months, and now it's a big ol' bush, looking mighty strong and alive.
It was twelfth grade. My floral shop class, or was it floral design? I don't remember.
I do remember learning about the Eucalyptus plant in total wonder, thinking how satisfyingly
peculiar it looked. Every time I would see this plant, I'd just get happy. It's so dainty,
loosely symmetrical, and floppy looking when standing alone as a single branch, but see it
as a full on bush and it's quite the organized clutter. It's not loud, but you notice it.
I really like this plant.
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