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I received this plant at the end of the school year from Meelie's teacher, for helping out with school events and such. Hey, I even got a certificate! She did this for all of the parents, which I really felt was so very thoughtful.
The children name my plants. I believe it's mostly because I kill them so fast. I think they feel the need to pay homage to all of the vegetation I have mutilated over the years, and naming them is one way to do it.
Meet Harriet.
She is still alive.
But I am compelled to admit that I have nearly killed this plant numerous times.
After the awards ceremony, which was the day I received the plant, I went back to work and gently set Harriet on my back seat. When I got off work, I hopped into the car, and drove home. And promptly forgot she was there.
I went to work the next day, completely unaware of the living (well, sort of) thing sitting in my back seat. By this time we were having some wicked hot weather, well into the 90's. Needless to say, when I got off work that day, and got to my car, Harriet was on the brink of death. Ok, if the paramedics would have seen her, she would have been pronounced dead on the scene.
When I got home, I immediately rushed into the house and completely drenched her in the sink. I did it several times during the evening, and by the next morning, she was showing signs of life. I drenched her again in the morning, and by the time I got home that evening, I felt comfortable enough about taking her off of life support. And then she thrived.
And then I went on vacation with the girls. And forgot to tell my husband to water her. And when I came home, she was gasping for breath, one foot on a banana peel, the other in the compost heap. I revived her once again. And again, she thrived. Talk about nine lives!
I have now transplanted her in a bigger pot, and I swear that she has found a new meaning for life. There were a few more times that she was at death's door, but she has rallied each and every time.
But there is always tomorrow.
[Side note: How sad is it that I write an entire entry about a plant? I'm just askin']
Comments
It is not sad at all to write about your plant! I loved hearing the tales of Harriet. She really is quite pretty. Not all plants have a story yanno. Harriet is very lucky. I love the picture of your daughter in the previous post. She is very beautiful and the picture captured how happy she is.
Have a wonderful day!
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(=':'=) meow hugs
(")_ (")Š from da Raggedy one
Posted by: Raggedy at July 12, 2006 11:47 PM
When I was little we had a rubber tree that I named Manerva. I talked to Manerva everyday, she was my best friend. When I got married Manerva went with me. I don't remember when I killed her, but the old girl lived at least 15 years! Not sure if that is comforting to you or not, could just mean you are as batshit crazy as me!
Posted by: livey at July 13, 2006 12:37 AM
Hmm moogie - I love it, that's a cool name for the plant, I once knew a swiss cheese plant named "doris", was one of deputy headteachers at my old high school and well need I say any more...
Posted by: Gopher at July 13, 2006 2:44 PM
