Last summer, I searched high and low for a cactus with a pink flower that wasn’t fake. And by high and low I mean the local garden centres, Ikea and Tesco.
I found only one. And this one had the teeniest, tiniest bud with a dash of pink. But that bud was real. So I took a chance.
Within two weeks, this teeny, tiny bud of promise disappeared. Gone. Vanished.
I’m not the most green-fingered copywriter out there and I put it down to arctic temperatures, cloudy days and everything else non-Mexcan-desert in my office. But, nonetheless, that cactus took centre place on my office window.
Fast forward six months and this little beauty has blossomed. We have not just one pink flower, but one pink flower with nine pink buds ready to blossom. I’m ecstatic.
What’s the moral of the story?
I could spiel out some rubbish about how you don’t always have to fake it until you make it, and that sometimes if the talent is there, a little persistence and nurturing can make that talent blossom beyond what faking it can.
But the real moral of the story is: pink flowers for the win.