Our knack for nurturing plant-life isn't limited to our lush lawn and beautiful bushes. We've had a parade of seemingly healthy plants enter our home, only to leave (no pun intended) crisp and shriveled by way of the trash can. You wouldn't think it would be so difficult to take care of a twig in a chunk o' dirt, but somehow it alludes us. I thought we'd given up on the botany thing until my husband came in several weeks ago with a perky green thing, full and happy, waving its little vines in celebration. Me: "Is that fake?" Him:"No." Me: "You know it's going to die." Him: No it won't! I'll take care of it. And they said it hardly needs any light or water." Me: "Just so you know, I'm not doing anything with it." Him: "You don't have to, mumble, grumble, arrr, grrr, ack." So he hangs it in the corner of the kitchen, by the big window, the one with the blinds we rarely open. Many days pass, and I don't give a second thought to the wig of weeds by my ceiling. As a matter of fact I forgot about it completely, until I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye cleaning the kitchen one day. Feeling generous, I decided to take it down and bring it outside for a gulp from the hose and a little old fashioned sunshine. After I had it below eye level, I realized there were dried up parts in it, so I picked those out after I got it into the back yard. When I got done it looked like I had just jumped into a pile of raked up fall leaves, and the plant had like five scraggly things drooping off of it. It reminded me of a mostly bald guy sporting the comb-over. When I told my husband the good news later, he got really upset, blaming any and all outside forces for Wispy's downward spiral. When he found out I planned to take a picture of it for my blog he threatened to throw it out before I could, which I warned him would make me VERY mad. Then he realized it was still clinging to life, so he hung it back up. This was like a week ago, so who knows what condition it's in now. I just wish I would've thought to take a picture of it when he first brought it home.
3 comments:
I share your gardening talents. I have only managed to keep one plant alive in my life and it sits on top of the tv which is the only reason, I think, it doesn't get neglegted completely.
You had that banana plant that grew like crazy no matter how much you abused it. Remember those crazy bananas it grew.
Poor Wispy. Years ago a friend of mine gave me a plant with this challenge: "You CAN'T kill this one no matter what you do." Not that I have truly tried, but it has come very close to death a few times. When I finally notice it's pointing downward instead of skyward I give it an emergency infusion of water and a few days later it is lively again. I wish I knew what it was, I'd recommend it to the other black-thumbers out there. It kinda looks like a mini-palm tree. Maybe it's related to your banana tree...
I share your pain. It is so impossible to keep plants alive. I used to have plants...but they would keep dying, or looking pitiful, so I gave up trying.
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