In Sickness and in Health
Jun 10
Our ten year anniversary is this spring. She’s tall and thin, with an easy elegance. There’s nothing flashy about her, not even any flowers to accessorize her narrow leaves, but she sways so sensually in the slightest breeze that I melt inside when I see her. Mack loves to be outside even though she has a fragile constitution and prefers to live in a pot that can be moved for...
Regrets
May 16
It’s not that I didn’t appreciate any of her qualities. She had a tiny, but perfectly proportioned shape and she always looked like she just stepped out of a shower — fresh and clean with nothing out of place. Her leaves were heart shaped, reflecting her loving nature, shiny green with a blush of purple in winter. Unfortunately, the timing couldn’t have been worse. I...
Pygmalian Update
May 05
She left me almost immediately. I should probably be glad that the agony of knowing she would leave was not prolonged, but thin streams of bitterness still rush through me occasionally. She moved in with my next door neighbor, where she is displayed to perfection on his acreage, reminding me daily that she will never be mine.
Little Brother
Apr 29
I loved the charming way his leaves turned inside out before a storm and his unique chartreuse and apricot flowers. For some odd reason, they always made me think pleasantly of aliens. He seemed solid and steadfast, although I sometimes wondered if it was just a facade and he would unexpectedly fall in a sudden bad storm. I had no proof, but suspected there was some rot in his core. I...
Pygmalion
May 29
She was homeless when I found her, marked down to the point of worthlessness. Scrawny, leafless and definitely up in years, it appeared she’d been wearing the same black pot for most of her long life. But looking more closely, there was clearly still dignity and beauty, waiting for the chance to express itself. I took her home, envisioning the time when her thin frame fills out and...
Lady In Pink
Apr 13
It started in January when dismal, gray and boring described both the weather and my life. She was unexpectedly voluptuous and unlike others of her kind who hide their faces, she tilted hers up toward me shyly, but with a bit of a smile. Her delicate shades of pink against the bare and barren landscape filled me with joy and I knew I had to have her. I scooped her up immediately,...