Tonight I spy only one solitary fat bud remaining to pop open on the hardy hibiscus. It looks lonely. Could I be experiencing countertransference with a hibiscus? Can you experience countertransference outside the boundaries of a therapeutic relationship ... with a flower?
Don't answer that question. Let's pretend I never asked.
What I really mean is that I have just loved racing outside every evening when I get home from work to see what is happening with my crazy beautiful hibiscus. Our time together for this year is coming to an end and I am going to miss it.
Luckily the petunia in the pot next to the hibiscus is covered with a fresh set of blooms to occupy my mind and see me through my time of inner turmoil.