Dragonfly

Shelia dug her hands into the potting soil, tilling it up and removing any debris that had mades it way into the pot. She lifted a flower from its holder and cultivated a spot for it in the black dirt. She planted it, packing the soil around the roots with tenderness and care. She looked at her work, satisfied and brushed the dirt from her hands and arms. The final addition to the plant was a dragonfly pot accessory. A plush dragonfly sat atop a long metal rod and perfectly accented the flow. The dragonfly was a crucial element to the plant, she had had since her mother passed away six years earlier. She picked it out when she was a little girl of seven. She and her mother were shopping through a green house when the little striped creature caught her eye. She begged her mother to buy it, which she did, and watched eagerly as her mother inserted it into a plant in the dining room. Shelia remembers gorwing up with the dragonfly, the plants dies, but every time the new plant would be adorned with the same green and yellow decoration. It sat in the same spot for years and years, typically going unnoticed. It was only until her mothers funeral that Shelia remembered the origins of the creature. She stepped into her mothers house