Beth's Ponderings
It’s spring time,
and with the sunny days, I know many of us are just itching to get outside to
start digging in the dirt and start planting.
There is something so satisfying about seeing new growth appear, and now
that the greenhouses are open, we are closer to experiencing that thrill.
My dad had the most
amazing green thumb. He could, and often
would, take a piece of a plant, or even a twig from a tree, and stick it in
some dirt and, almost before you knew it, there would be a new plant growing. Even if, or especially if, that wasn’t the “proper”
way to start said plant.
Growing up there
was always a very lush plant or two in the living room that tended to get a
little out of control as it grew so well, and would need cut back over and over
again.
Dad also had his
own unique way of pruning bushes and trees that often involved taking them
almost down to the ground. Yet, just
when you thought he might have killed the shrub, it would come back more lush
and green than ever before. There is a
family story that Dad did that with my Gramma’s caragana bush once and she was
ready to kick him out of the family for destroying her lovely bush - the bush
ended up healthier that it was before. (Besides, caraganas sucker so it is
almost impossible to kill them, even if you wanted to)
While I don't seem
to have totally inherited his green thumb, my gift seems to be resuscitating
houseplants that are on the verge of dying, there are a few plants that I can
start and grow as easily as he did.
Beth