Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Green Thumb...

...I like houseplants. They're green and pretty, and if you talk nice to them, sometimes they flower for you. They make oxygen, and they take up space much more attractively than, say, empty soda cans. There's a ledge in my kitchen that's filling up with plants. It gets more sun than the rest of the kitchen, since it's beneath a big bank of windows, and it's convenient to keep my couple of cooking herbs there.

Jim seems a little confused by my knack for keeping green things alive, and he keeps buying me more plants to keep around because he knows how much I like them. Most notably, he brought home a hanging spider plant which dangles faithfully in my biggest window. It was a clearance plant at the local hardware store and started out a little sickly, but once we put it in the window, it took off. And by took off, I mean it started producing a ton of little shoots with baby plants on them. I trimmed off the paler, less viable looking ones every now and then, and mostly just left the spider plant alone but to water it. About a week ago, I noticed that my friend the plant seems to be trying to take over the house. I pulled the plant down to rotate which side got the most direct sun, and the thing was full of shoots. I trimmed all of them off and kept the biggest, healthiest looking plants to try to pot. Even though I only kept the best of the lot, I had ten tiny plants. I must've tossed two or three times that number. I rummaged around in the kitchen, trying to find anything that i could viably put plants in. I scavenged the soil from some seeds I'd been trying to grow that I thought had failed, I filled in two small fishbowls, one vase, and a couple of various tiny pots and square plastic planters.

So far, all of them are thriving, so near as I can tell. And as a weird bonus, this seems to have somehow encouraged my seeds to sprout, since a couple of the plants have tiny green roommates with them now. I hadn't held out much hope, the seeds were about four years old and had been inconsistently stored at best. I wasn't really surprised when they didn't sprout after they'd been planted. So when I gave up and cannibalized their soil for my new plants (i also got some soil from my yard, since i don't normally stock potting soil. probably a houseplant faux pas, but the plants seem to like it) I was a little startled to see these tiny green shoots in there with them. I figure I'll let them get a little bigger, and then I'll do another toss of the kitchen to see what i can possibly put them in. I'm running out of options, I might have to break down and head to the hardware store. In the meantime, my spider plant hasn't started to put out shoots again yet, but I'm just waiting. If that happens, I may just have to start giving plants away to everyone I meet.

That's all for today, time to go grab a shower and clean a little before work. Next time (probably friday, but don't quote me on that), a finished object! The first off my needles in months! Pictures with it, I swear! Exclamation points are fun!!!

Thursday, October 2, 2008


...because this little bit of poetry has been stuck in my head for days now, and I am enchanted with the theme
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre—

To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire

Consumed by either fire or fire.

---T.S. Eliot

Hopefully, having read it aloud to myself several times now, it'll be out of my system. Of course, that means that Shakespeare's Sonnet 27 will probably promptly take up residence. This, dear friends, is the danger of taking too many English courses in school.