“My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.”
I don’t want the rest of the plants in my house to hear this, but I do have a favorite plant. I got it for free. Someone once saw it in my house and told me the name of it, but I forgot. So I named it, Lori, after my daughter, because it’s also beautiful and resilient.
I got a few cuttings from this plant when I was at a meeting where someone cut it back and was throwing the cuttings into the garbage. I fished the cuttings out, took three of them home, and put them into a vase of water. They sat quietly for a few weeks then suddenly grew roots. I planted them. They rewarded me with clusters of pink flowers.
To date I’ve cut this plant back numerous times and given away two large planters of this beauty. I still have three planters in my home and more cuttings in water.
The cutting on the right was just a chunk of stem when I put it into the vase of water.
What I like about this plant is the lessons it teaches me. Whenever I cut it back it doesn’t spend time lamenting the fact that it was getting so far ahead and now was shorter again. Cuttings don’t compare themselves to other cuttings. They put all their energy into growing. And they do.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.