...went out n’ got me a house plant...
...which is a big deal...really...
...in the secret world of houseplants...(communicating
through faint stirrings of leaves, one windowpane to another, down the street,
across the world)...I imagine I’m whispered of, furtively, as he who must not be named...or, perhaps, derisively, as
The Black Thumb...or, maybe, I am simply called...........................DEATH...
...okay, that might be a bit melodramatic...but I don’t
have the best track record...Raheem the rubber tree plant gone but not
forgotten...along with others, gifts from former girlfriends, now not even
Facebook friends...(but maybe that’s a story for another time)...
...now, though...moving in to the new place...trying to turn
over a new leaf...(no pun intended)...(really)...seems fitting to try to
cultivate life again, past failures left to the past, where they belong...and
so...(see photo, above...actually had this post ready a couple days ago, but
the camera was still packed away somewhere and I couldn’t find it)...welcome, Phil
the philodendron...
...paradoxical as it might seem to talk about new leaves in
October...
4 comments:
So Cynical Yogi would you like a suggestion for houseplant health?
Ok. Good. Glad you took your time to decide. Ready?
Get a partner, live in type partner and when splitting up household duties...ask the partner to assume plant care.
That by the way was suggested to me to pass along to you by my houseplants which my partner of 30 years has kept alive.
I love the title: "New leaves in October"
Yes!!!
Okay. Not sure getting a partner works .... right now anyway. Although, as a longer term solution, probably an excellent plan. Keep the plant alive for say six months and then find a partner with whom you share life (including prolonging the longevity of the flora in your abode).
Best wishes to you in the new digs and equal best wishes to Phil for a longer than average life span.
I always think of my mom when it comes to plants. She kills almost every houseplant she touches. Yet, the plants that she grows outdoors are always thriving.
If that's not some metaphor for life, I'm not sure what is. Of course, I'm too lazy on a Monday to figure it out.
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