A sampling of one of my favourite genus, the bohemian Syngonium Podophylum – also known as an Arrowhead. They just have this grow anywhere, anyhow vibe. They do fine in bright indirect light, or relatively low light. A bonus feature for beginners, is they are rather forgiving, propagate like a weed, and don’t require anything fancy. Sure, they’d love a bit more humidity than most, … Continue reading I ♥‿♥ Syngonium
I don’t know how to write this, cause in a way it surprises me. It feels weird saying. It has been rolling around inside for years. The first tinglings of it hit me in the Spring of 2017, listening to Yo Yo Ma play Appalachian Spring. Not sure how to say it, because I guess I don’t know where to start. Or… er… where it … Continue reading This Thing About My American Cousins
so, I was all set. tea made. idea almost in reach and I was sideswiped by a friendwith Pika’s sister in towand her best bud Poppy ugh. so. we kvetchedok, i kvetched he can’t talk much brain injurysodrank beertold me I reminded him of Margaret Thatchereventuallyafter some timei guess that’s kinda a hard one to mime– which maybe I deservedas I was expounding on the … Continue reading a short poem not about plants
It really was all her fault, you know, Fred and I were just fine. We didn’t need no more plants around. Oh sure, there were the Oxalis I’ve almost killed 50 billion times – though if you know anything about those false shamrocks, you’ll know they also call them the Shamrock o Lazarus, cause they will always rise from the dead. Yeah, so late January … Continue reading Let me Introduce You To An Alocasia Named Ali
For some reason, beyond the realm of matter, distance, and time, I have had to pull this post out of me. I have not written for months, and this post has been dragged out of me kicking and screaming. For months, and months now the words get stuck, I am stuck. I miss writing. I love writing. I feel like a piece of me is … Continue reading Let’s Start With A Tree Named Fred
Hutchison was on the inside, she was on Trump team, and as an aide to the Chief of Staff, and special assistant to the president, she once worked for House Republican Whip Steve Scalise, but she is also a familiar face on Capitol Hill because she held a prominent role in the White House Legislative Affairs Office, and now held a prominent role right inside … Continue reading And Just Think, Accountants Brought Down The Mob
From sea to shining sea, the 3-headed monster of self-righteous evangelical missionary Christian continues its streak, bashing everyone over the head with their aggressive campaign to get everything they want, regardless of the majority, constitutionality, or if it does one damn thing for the common good. I’m certain my devote Anglican grandma would not recognize this violent, extremist right-wing version of faith and goodwill toward … Continue reading Learnings of An Optimistic Cynic GenXr For When This Cruel Ol’World Lets You Down
Linda had been exploring Grandmas vast array of magazines that she had laying about here and there, Life, National Geographic. Well, so I guess little Linda came across a word she didn’t know. Comes in with the magazine, opens it up, and says “mom, what’s Abortion?”. Continue reading And They Said, “With Sorrow – We Dissent”
#MyHealingPlace #BohoJungleVibes
Last spring, into summer, my collection grew, and grew, becoming my very own indoor jungle. Continue reading Blessed Be The Care & Tending Of Plants When The World Is Too Much
lingering in the air unseen forces declare confusion, delusion as I stare into the void standing still, unrequited indulging lust release, receive, breath elemental Taurus of love, beauty, stability temperance guide my hand and mind authenticity my karmic destiny and lunar ecliptic energies creative entanglements, illuminate a disturbance of trust, of the force of my will, my self, revealed to me severs connectivity of it, … Continue reading from the logos Of stardust
Wanted to talk to, er, write to you, mom for so long, but, honestly, it felt weird. Cause, ah, you know talking to one’s dead mom via one’s blog is sort of weird, right? Well, maybe too hoogy-moogy I guess for some. Yet, all the things I wrote, The Simple Man, Along That Crazy River, and such, really, they were to you. And, let me … Continue reading To Get Lost Is To Learn The Way
Sitting out on the stoop earlier this afternoon, watching the village go by, as I distract myself from the panic attack I was having. Various cars pulling into the bank, only to find it closed, amuses me. Like some secret only I know, and have no way of warning them, nor would I, if I could. Watch as the little girl blows bubbles out front, … Continue reading Yeah, So Who Gets To Come Through The Hedgerow?
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