Mere's Musings is a stew pot of the random thoughts that are tossed about this gray matter of mine. So basically everything I wish I could tell someone but that no one really wants to listen to. Inclusive of matters related to health, spirituality, my children, random facts but definately not limited to these topics whatsoever!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Gramma's Green Thumb
This Monday Morning I walked into my office and found an explosion of new growth on my "African Beauty" my affectionate name for the African Violet I rescued and revived. A few months back - my colleagues and I "cleaned house" in our wing. One thing we found was a near dead African Violet in the conference room. African Violets have always been a sentimental plant for me. My gramma used to always have several amidst her cadre of plants growing in her home. So when I saw the sad office African violet - a twinge of emotion - probably a mix of the happy memories in my grandmothers home and the sadness I still feel in her absence - I volunteered to do my best to resuscitate it.
Mind you - I have two plants in my home and one in my office. All three of which my mom says are "easy" plants to grow. I lack a lot in the green thumb department. I nearly failed College Botany with our plant projects where we had to grow an assortment of plants. EEK. So for me to resuscitate such a delicate plant was nothing short of a miracle.
With some assistance from a Plant Expert colleague, I trimmed two of the remaining green leaves, grew roots on them for a few weeks and then delicately planted them in some fresh soil. For what seemed like FOREVER, it was just two old leaves stuck in a pot of soil. Then one morning, I came in and two little leaves were poking their little green heads through the soil, like sleepy children early in the morning, peeking out of their covers.
As much as I often dread Monday mornings, I like coming in to see the growth on my African Beauty. It seems like the quiet always does her good. But this morning - wow! - she has really taken shape. As I watered her with her special food this morning, I though my gramma would be so proud of me! And then I laughed to myself - because I can just imagine me telling her and her with her typical nonexcitable self would spat "well, sis, that isn't hard to do, anyone could do that". I loved that woman! Oh... and today my African Beauty reminds me of how much I miss her. But so happy for all that she has passed on to me.
Grandma, if you can hear me now, I hope I have made you proud. Love you and miss you so much!
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