A Pattern of Words

To look at this plant, you’d never guess he’s a cranky, demanding and needy fellow. I’ve had him for over a year – he was a gift from my mom in honor of my late dad’s birthday – and I moved him all over the house trying to find a spot he’d like. With every attempted move, he’d curl his leaves in horror or singe dramatically. Go figure, during all the construction chaos I tossed him next to this window and suddenly he is HAPPY AS A CLAM. Talk about an inconvenient spot for him to settle…