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One of my main projects this year has
been the reclamation of an orderly home.
I had to empty and sanitize my kitchen
after a mouse invasion. In the course of
that, I moved a small houseplant I love
(an oxalis. . . . looks like a large clover).
It had been near a window, and I moved
it to a place on the counter, farther from
the window. I thought it would be close
enough. Well, it might not have been
the light. It could have been change in
the level of light, or it could have been
that I went out of town directly after Id
moved the pot, and when I got back, the
plant was out of sight and out of mind,
and I didnt water it soon enough.
When I finally did. . . . the oxalis was stressed!
Lots of its lovely leaves were down for the count,
had to be pruned away and tossed out. I was distraught.
The way the oxalis looked after the move was awful. I
held my breath and moved it back to a spot closer to
the window.
For a week, the plant looked like it was on its
last leaves. The ones that were left, looked
totally depressed, devoid of spirit, near to death.
I had pretty much accepted that the move from
the spot where it had thrived for years, had
brought it to its end.
And then. . . . . a new sprout.
And a second.
A third!
A handful of sprouts and new leaves
began emerging and growing from the soil.
A month after its near demise, the oxalis
is nearly totally revived and replacing the
lost leaves. Its red, clover-like leaves
are growing bigger each day, and waving
at the sun.
The oxalis has recovered. If I could hug it, I would.
My delight is two-fold. The first reason is that
Im relieved and thrilled that I didnt kill my plant.
The second is my exaltation at the life force
which endures, which propels us up from the soil
and enables and empowers us to survive, to give
us a chance to thrive.
Life pushes up.
Life seeks the sun.
Life carries on.
Keep pushin up!!!!!!!!
been the reclamation of an orderly home.
I had to empty and sanitize my kitchen
after a mouse invasion. In the course of
that, I moved a small houseplant I love
(an oxalis. . . . looks like a large clover).
It had been near a window, and I moved
it to a place on the counter, farther from
the window. I thought it would be close
enough. Well, it might not have been
the light. It could have been change in
the level of light, or it could have been
that I went out of town directly after Id
moved the pot, and when I got back, the
plant was out of sight and out of mind,
and I didnt water it soon enough.
When I finally did. . . . the oxalis was stressed!
Lots of its lovely leaves were down for the count,
had to be pruned away and tossed out. I was distraught.
The way the oxalis looked after the move was awful. I
held my breath and moved it back to a spot closer to
the window.
For a week, the plant looked like it was on its
last leaves. The ones that were left, looked
totally depressed, devoid of spirit, near to death.
I had pretty much accepted that the move from
the spot where it had thrived for years, had
brought it to its end.
And then. . . . . a new sprout.
And a second.
A third!
A handful of sprouts and new leaves
began emerging and growing from the soil.
A month after its near demise, the oxalis
is nearly totally revived and replacing the
lost leaves. Its red, clover-like leaves
are growing bigger each day, and waving
at the sun.
The oxalis has recovered. If I could hug it, I would.
My delight is two-fold. The first reason is that
Im relieved and thrilled that I didnt kill my plant.
The second is my exaltation at the life force
which endures, which propels us up from the soil
and enables and empowers us to survive, to give
us a chance to thrive.
Life pushes up.
Life seeks the sun.
Life carries on.
Keep pushin up!!!!!!!!
Love this! Thank You!!
Gives me hope!
Now THAT was freakishly well written and timely!
Thanks!
Cheers to all of us who grow like plants and blossom. :)
I've noticed that about weeds too--you have to have respect for them because they just keep popping up no matter how hard your grandpa tries to annihilate them.
I'm glad your plant pulled through. I've found that many of my plants are dying. It feels like part of my heart is dying with them--but I just can't do it anymore. It's expensive and the soil won't keep water here--it's on a hill and I don't want to pour more hundreds of dollars and elbow grease into my H's house.
Am I heartless enough to let our plants die? Yes. It's very weird.
But I try to remind myself that it's not only me who is letting them die. (I'm talking about big outdoor plants).
Sometimes things have to die too, right? Death is part of life.
I suppose while you are reclaiming a home, I am declaiming one. So, it's OK to let some things die as long as I don't put any new plants in, right?
I still have my own small garden that is doing well. I just feel bad for the fruit trees. They are on a slanted hill and need both compost and burms dug--its a big job and it seems bigger knowing that this isn't even my house.
I don't know why, but I am just watching them die. Maybe I'll go water them--though the water will just run off the sand.
To counteract my prior down post I will say something uplifting about plants.
I agree that the life force is amazing.
Another amazing thing about plants is their peaceful nature. They don't have to hurt others to live, they just take in the free sunshine.
As vulnerable as they may seem, they are very successful. They put all their energy into growing. An arm falls off? It's okay--they just grow it back.
A big mean tiger steps on them and breaks off a flower? No problem--they get to work growing. Their mantra is "grow, grow,grow."
Are plants out there, bent on revenge? Will they come after the tiger and break his leg off? Nope. That's why they are so successful. They don't waste their energy on that stuff.
Plants are great. I love them. The end.
Sorry again for the down post--and to make so many posts in the thread--I just felt it was important.
Feed it and love it and give it the light it needs........
And it becomes a flower and flourishes bringing with it, its new growth and light.
As Ilene says....
We are ALL like a flower on the stem of the Universe.
Lets nurture each other and grow!