Every time I walk through my house in Indonesia, I can’t help but look outside. My bunga kertas “paper flower” bush has spilled out from its base, spreading bright pink wispy blooms against my kitchen window.
I forget the English word for this tree. Bougainvillea? I like the Indonesian way to say it better. Much easier to spell.
Well, I planted it. Can you hear the smidge of surprised pride in my voice? Two reasons. 1: I’m not good at planting things. 2: I’m not good at sticking around to see how they end up.