I still like watching my plants.  Of course, right now it is in the middle of winter so I am only looking at my indoor plants although sometimes the primrose under the tree bloom.  They like the cold.

Each day I go around my house and give all of them a quick glance.  My snake plant which is very slow growing I love.  It is over two feet high and I am admiring its tall leaves which are fringed yellow.  It is our latest acquisition.

My office has several plants over the book case facing the window:  several different type of cactus and succulents.

A week ago I noticed new growth out of the jade plant there.  It was a small discovery but it gave me joy.  Each day I look at it and see if I could note the change in size.  It seems to be growing very quickly.

To me it is all a mystery.  Why some grow or not or even die.  And I like the unknown and mysteries.  I do my best to place the plant in the right light and remember to properly water it when it needs it but still it is all a mystery to me.

The plants are like my little kids.  You never know exactly how they are going to turn out.  You just do your best tending and taking care of them.  And then rest and accept the results.  And do what you can, when you can.  And rest again.

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2 Responses to “I Still Like Watching Plants”

  1. Cat Woodsc Says:

    siggy, I love plants too. My outdoor ones are buried beneath the snow, but I have a few stalks and patches that were frost tinged this morning. Beautiful to say the least.

    My indoor plants consist mostly of spider plants (from my granny’s plant after she passed away), a snake’s tongue (from one of my very dear daycare families before I got out of the business) and an ivy from my DH’s great aunt after her passing.

    My peace lillies that I acquired over the years from various funerals have all died despite my best efforts. It makes me wonder if it was simply time for me to move on and let go.

  2. siggy Says:

    My love of plants started in the garden my Mom tended growing up. There were so many flowers there and we had grapes, an apricot tree, tomatoes and the biggest blackberries I have ever seen. That is only a incomplete list.

    So many things started in that garden: my love of birds, an appreciation of beauty, so many things. You never know how you are going to impact your children.

    I have a poem I wrote about my Mom’s garden. I can’t find it on my hard drive otherwise I would have included it here. Maybe , I can find a copy of it and scan it to you. So many things started for me in that garden…