LOVE THURSDAY

Wednesday night's chore is to water the plants. It's not really a chore, but I had to give it a designated night so that I wouldn't forget to do it. I've never been good with house plants. All the places we've lived in previously didn't have the right window configuration or the space. This always made me a bit sad. I have Southern genes, like really Southern. I should have loads of house plants and they all should be thriving and the tips of my fingers should be green (y'all). The only plants I've managed to keep alive are the ones I had taken to my old job. Chris just said that I didn't ever grow plants as much as I nursed them in their dying days. I had a plant hospice. Those plants are now in my house and they are thriving. It makes me want more. I want to fill the house. I bought a fern to go in one empty corner; we've named him Bob. Then I got to thinking about all those jars I've been collecting with the intent to turn them into terrariums. I got a little giddy with all the possibilities, the miniature violets I would grow and the tiny elephants that would decorate the terrarium. And I looked down at my hands and noticed that one whole thumb had suddenly turned green.

I can grow things! Not just stuff to eat either. I can grow things that bring joy and good energy to our home. It took a lot of time and a ton of patience. And it took a little bit of sunshine.

Happy Love Thursday!