I’m constantly trying to root things. You know, a little piece from here, a whole bunch from there – this piece cause it’s pretty, this ones calming, this smells good, this one repels bugs…and so on.
My intentions were good, but some how I’ve managed to kill most of them. Oh yeah, I’ve done em all! I’ve left em in the car, a plastic bag or my backpack. This one wouldn’t root, I kept on forgetting to water that one, If I only had planted that one. Jeez, I’ve actually found some I’ve been looking for years and sadly their no more.
Paul Simon only had 50 ways to leave your lover, I’ve got at least 100. I left it out back Jack. It fell off the stand Stan. It was abused Rue. It died Clyde.
What I didn’t realize is what I had. I have a lot, I mean alot of fresh plant material to use around the house if I use it before it’s useless…
I’ve been doing this along time. Now, Instead of eternally hoping its gonna root, or thinking I can bring it back from droopy and brown or even black I use it before it gets there!
Now…I put it down the sink (to freshen it up) … or in a basket in the bathroom … or make tea out of it … or sometimes I just cup in my hands, close my eyes and breath deeply… 🙂
We know who we are, we’re the romantic plant killers.
We just have to learn how to let go and use them as a resource not just a romance. And sometimes…just sometimes they root and we grow a little bit more 🙂