Monday, March 11, 2013

Plants Are People Too

WalMart plants remind me of kids who come from a difficult socioeconomic background.  They need extra food and water, love, and time.  But if you are willing to invest a little of yourself, especially time and love, they grow up as strong and beautiful as nursery flowers.

These Petunias needed some deadheading and cleanup for sure, and they had a sad little hole in the center where the stalks had all been pushed aside and were a little smooshed.  But I loved their brightness and saw potential.
 
These two little guys needed a little work.  The one on the left lived outside for a bit last summer; he didn't like it.  The one on the right is from Big Momma and just needed a bigger pot.  These guys have mostly outgrown their pots and needed fresh soil. 
 
Don't they look happier now?  I think they will be much happier together.  Sometimes a change of scenery and soil is just the thing.
 
These two guys have fantastic potential, but they have already outgrown these pots.  Their poor little roots are coming out of their pots.  They need room to grow.  They could stay in these pots, but they'd never reach their potential.  How sad would that be?
     
See how much happier they are with room to grow?  And I'd bet that within a couple of months, provided I don't neglect them, they will need even bigger pots.
 
 
 And of course, it's time for making babies!  My favorite.  Notice the little brown bumps on the stalk of the pieces on the left?  That is where their little roots will begin to grow.  I love this part, watching them root and grow.  I'll keep adding water to this glass, and their roots will keep on growing until they are ready to be planted.  I've found that the longer I let them root, the better they will grow later. 
 
These plants aren't particularly high maintenance.  But they do need to be noticed.  Acknowledged.  Given occasional love and attention.  Kind of like people.

Leftovers

Earlier today I was "listening" to a friend, we were messaging on FB.  What she was feeling is something I've experienced.  Probably most people have at one time or another.  And it brought to mind something I wrote a couple years ago, April of 2011 to be exact.  I decided to share it here on faith that my readers, all 4 of you, can handle it.  :)  I figure it never hurts to shake things up a little.  Afterall, it's after midnight on my first official night of Spring Break!  Woohoo!!!


Leftovers
 
When the meat loaf is over
Dessert is done
Everyone full to the brim,
I’m the peas left on the plate.
Pushed around in the juices
Made to look like they were eaten.
 
But the peas get scraped in the trash
Or if they’re lucky, fed to the dog
A distant memory.
 
When supper is finished
The dishes dried
Appetites sated for the day,
I’m the leftovers in Ziplocs
Thrown in the back of the fridge
So you feel better about not being wasteful.
 
But the leftovers land in the disposal
Or if they’re lucky, tomorrow’s lunch
Inhaled between meetings.
 
Someday I wanna be the main dish
Savored slowly
Filling you up with me.
No leftovers on this plate
Enjoyed and licked clean
Dressed up and presented on fine china.
 
No leftovers gone to waste
The lucky chosen, feeds on me
His last supper.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Book Review: 139 pages of YUM!

For my book reading readers, I decided to write some short book reviews.  I’ve never really written a book review per se, so I don’t really know if there is a specific formula.  So I’ll pretend we are at Starbucks sipping our favorite drinks, grandesoymochanowhip for me, and tell you what I thought about the most recent book I read. 

Wouldn’t Take Nothing For My Journey Now is a very short, reflective book by Maya Angelou.  I love Maya’s poetry.  (Notice how I called her Maya?  That’s because she feels like a friend.)  I love this book because it has one of the same qualities of poetry that I enjoy.  It is the essence of wisdom she has learned throughout her life.  It isn’t a long expository or biography.  It is the boiled down “stock” of her wisdom on being a woman, love, loss, and many other topics.  She doesn’t carry on about it all; she says it plainly in two pages and then moves on to the next chapter.  Short and sweet.  Like a poem.

Get this book and put it aside for an afternoon when you want to indulge yourself while also learning something good and wholesome and right.  Bring a highlighter and a cup of tea and tune out the world for an hour to enjoy this great read.