I have a gorgeous plant that sits in the window of the living room. It is not beautiful because of anything I'm doing though. I swear I have tortured this plant for ten years. He must think I hate him because I notoriously forget to water him. Only when I look over and his leaves are hanging over the rim of his pot and I swear I can hear him choking out, "water, wwaaatttteerrr!" do I actually water the poor suffering guy. It's pathetic, he is what I overlook all the time.
I actually think of him as a SuperHero plant, he defies the logic of Nature. How does a plant who hasn't been transplanted in five years, where his terra cotta pot actually cracked from the pressure this winter, survive with so little water, fertilizer and attention? I haven't got a clue but I have to admit, I admire his tenacity. Let me add, we totally love him, just because I forget to water him on an ongoing basis doesn't mean that I don't love looking at his beautiful happy green leaves. He's bushy and thriving despite my neglect. Do you think he'll forgive me someday?? Mom and I intend to transplant him when it's warm enough to go outside. I want to get him a new and shiny big square turquoise pot, give him the pretty pot he deserves. He's my SuperHero plant. His resilience makes me truly happy and I've immortalized him in my Moleskine. Let's call it "Ode to my SuperHero Plant". ;o)
|Title: "Ode To My SuperHero Plant"|
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