I remarked I wanted some plants in my office, so I was presented a slip off a larger plant from the living room. It came in this little metal bucket. I nurtured it along as best I could, and it didn’t seem to do much for a long time. I was mildly teased for my black thumb, and my steadfast efforts to keep it alive. It started to grow a bit. Last summer a little shoot appeared in the dirt. It grew quickly. Then another, and another. Now I think I should put this in a bigger pot. The original slip is the branch drooping off to the left.
What does this have to do with gratitude? I’m grateful to this little plant for sticking it out with me, that’s all. We are at my desk together this morning, soaking up what sunlight is coming in through the window on a gray, frosty day. And yes, a number of little Little Brown Jobs are at the feeders, as are a couple norther flickers and a magpie.
I have since received a big sword plant in a pot as well, which I also love. It appears to be doing fine so far too.