Roots on display.
Our weekends are starting to look completely identical to one another. While routines are wonderful with keeping a happy baby, they can result in bored adults. I know, I know. Alice shouldn't run the show when it comes to our weekend activities. But she totally does. It's just so hard to be motivated to go big on the weekend with a day trip or an all-day outing when there are crucial baby naps to be had. I guess I've become that mom who schedules our days around the afternoon nap! Oh well.
And on a more solemn note, I've managed to kill all but one of those succulents I planted awhile back. Oh. And those terrariums? Dead, as well. My track record with plants is terrible but I've always been able to keep one species of plant alive for more than just a few weeks. Years, even! The hearty philodendron has become a staple plant in every place that I've ever lived. It just keeps growing and thriving despite my painfully obvious lack of a green thumb.
When I was little my mom also always had philodendrons in our apartment. And, when they got a bit overgrown, she would trim off a portion of the stem and place it in a glass jar filled with water. It was then placed in the kitchen windowsill where my sister and I could watch the magic of roots growing anew right out of the old stem. It was like a window into an otherwise unseen world usually covered by soil.
And as I looked at all of my little glass jars filled with philodendron stems in various stages of root-growing I realized something that most adult women will vehemently deny.
I have totally become my mother. You win, Mom!
Any advice on keeping a succulent alive? I am inspired to try again with a jade plant after reading this blog post. Or maybe I should just stick to hearty philodendrons!
And, on MLK Day... remembering one of my favorite (and very apropos) quotes:
Returning violence for violence multiplies violence,
adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness:
Only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate:
Only love can do that.
- MLK, Jr.