So I have this funny plant - a type of bonsai that husband gifted me with back on Mother's Day. It is an odd plant and I am no green thumb. Lately it's more like a pink thumb that is dry and calloused now that my dishwasher bit the dust. Speaking of which and back to the bonsai, the plant is placed in front of the kitchen sink where it gets plenty of water (it's conveniently staring at me while I'm washing my dishes and so it is routinely doused with sink water) and filtered light. Pretty much a fairly amenable situation for this bonsai according to our local lovely florist.
But, ya know, it's a sad sad plant with a few sad leaves barely hanging on for life. It's not so nice to look at. Hubby brought home a sunflower plant to place next to it so it would add some much needed perk to the kitchen window sill.
Finally, I had enough of the unsightly plant and wanted rid of it so Michael packed it in his lunch kit to take to work.
He totally forgot about it and there it was a week later in the corner of the living room where no family member can access - because the room is a hazard for many reasons, i.e. complete blooming mess.
I placed it back on the kitchen windowsill. Back where it belongs. It needs nurturing. It's my 4th child. It still ain't pretty. But it's mine to figure out. I've stopped googling bonsais and no longer approach every florist I can get my hands on. I will figure it out. And if I don't it doesn't matter. It has turned into my own piece of strange artwork. It is the first thing that I really see on my way to the coffee pot in the mornings and you know, it doesn't speak to me (all you parents of little children can appreciate this one). It just sits there, perched on the sill, doing it's thing.
Thank you for the gift Michael. For all my gifts.
xo me
