Floater

A friend gave me a live rosebush in a planter for my birthday last June. After a few weeks, its five red flowers withered and turned brown but didn’t fall off their stems. I left them there, perversely fascinated by the dead blooms that wouldn’t let go. Months later, in late November, five new flowers blossomed, and now the bush displays a mix of the living and the dead. It sort of reminds me of you, Aquarius. But I suggest that you do what I haven’t done yet: Start plucking off the dried-up old parts of your life today. Give the fresh parts more room to grow and shine.