I am obsessed with plants these days. I feel as if I am suffocating in this institutional one room living space. My plants are suffering too, and being the type of person to care deeply about the well being of any living thing, I decided to transplant them into larger prettier pots. I think they will be happier now. My obsession with plants is much like my obsession with animals, except that it is frowned upon to have anything moving in residence. It is not frowned upon to have copious amounts of plants. I want to be that old lady who spends hours watering plants. I think I get this from my mother. Her watering can is one of the highest quality objects she owns, we added a sun room to our house just for her plants. In the spring she starts her own seeds and patiently and carefully coaxes them into flowers in our fantastic backyard garden.
I breathe easier when I have something living around me.
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