I’m really not good at challenges about writing daily, but for once here’s one that maybe I could meet. Thanks Shilah.
House plants help me to keep hope. I like winter, but I think what I like about it is the hyggelig vibe of winter. The places of warmth, comfort and beauty that become important in winter against the cold and drabness. Greenery is one of those important things at our house. So there are windowsill pots and hanging pots in our window corners.
I have one houseplant that Mom and I got slips of from Judy’s houseplant many years ago. It is an oak leaf grape ivy that is really a vine and a bush all at once. It doesn’t die if it gets too dry. Somehow it knows how to wait for water. Even when the leaves look a little gray and lifeless it isn’t hopeless. It knows how to wait for water. It’s a knack I could use in my life; this knowing how to to trust and hope during the dry times.
When I am feeling forgotten for a day or two. When what waters my soul isn’t anywhere around. I always have Jesus, which IS water. But sometimes I need to hear from the kids or I need a date. Or wouldn’t it be nice for someone to check in and say they are praying for me? Even though I won’t die – I have Jesus- I’m waiting for water. I am not in a bad way, really. I’m just a little gray and limp.
I lost track of my oak leaf ivy a few years ago, from moving…I don’t remember. No matter. I only had to ask Susan for a slip from hers that she has grown from the slip from my first one. Hers hangs huge and beautiful in the corner of her living room. Just as mine does now, again.
In the kitchen there’s an old glass bottle with a bit of the metal lid still stuck to it that I found, pushed up by the frost, in the lawn. I have several slips of my oak leaf ivy plant rooting in the bottle. Would you like to start one of these when the roots show up?
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