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.

Every act you undertake indicates a level of faith.  My wife and I planted some pussy willows that have sprouted in water.  Frost is a week or two away.  And there was part of me that thought it was too late to plant them.

Nevertheless, we planted them.  We knew the plants would not survive in the house and the only way we would have a chance for the plants to sprout was to plant them despite the lateness of the season.

We also planted them together so we can enjoy them later if they took hold and grew.  Gardening always takes faith.  Even tending plants indoors.  You try to do the right thing:  place the plant correctly according to the light and give it sufficient water.  Evey act requires faith.  This is a small example but every act is based on a certain level of faith–some more.

I watch plants grow.  The tomatoes still on the vine I am keeping a close eye on.  Periodically I check the ten day forecast:  frost has not come yet although October is in the second week.  I will pluck off the remaining tomatoes before the temperature hits 32 degrees overnight.

Sometimes I just pay attention to the plants growing wild.  I observed how beautifully colored that swath of grass was–a deep burgundy.  I never paid attention to those wild grasses before.

You never know what you will notice growing wild (or even in the confines of your home).  A few weeks ago I discovered one tiny mushroom in my ivy plant.  The next time I looked it was gone.

My wife planted a twig of a cactus in a coffee cup on the kitchen window ledge and it must have sprouted roots for I observed it growing.  It was only a tiny discovery but it still gave me pleasure to observe.

Some indoor plants I do not pay attention to for days and sometimes weeks and then I suddenly notice it has grown.

Even in NYC where almost everything is paved over people want to connect with nature.  My friend whose party I went to, his whole kitchen window was full of plants.

Everywhere I go people like watching plants grow.  It is their connection to nature and the outdoors.