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Amantha Tsaros, Twin, ©2011 |
When I went away to college, I bought a little cactus thinking that I certainly could not kill that little thing. I put it on my sad windowsill and watered it and enjoyed it's round red face. One afternoon I took a close look at my spiky friend. When I picked up the pot it's tiny body flopped right over the side. It fainted! It had seemed so healthy a second ago. It's skin and needles seemed fine but inside it had died. I killed its spirit.
This is the pattern of my gardening.
A few years ago my mom gave me a plant and swore I would not be able to destroy it. It was one of those rubbery succulent plants. Very pretty with interesting shapes and a sweet green fuzz. How sweet! As usual, I heard, "You don't have to water it!" I took my plant home and placed it on a table. I happily regarded my mom's gift from across the room and hoped it would survive. Soon it occurred to me that truly this really was the hardiest plant ever. I called Mom.
"Mom? That plant you gave me? It's plastic isn't it?"
Do you need plastic plants?
Ha! Love "the only time I have a green thumb is when there's paint on it" comment!
ReplyDeleteOh, Carol. It is TRUE! I am cooking up a series based on my mom's gardens because heaven knows I can't have a successful one of my own. But you should see the moss in my yard - it is so fuzzy and soft!
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