Pride and Preciousness
My mother loved plants. In every corner of her house, there were pots with plants of all sizes and colors.
The tiny, little coffee plant was the perfect birthday present for her. It immediately became her favorite. She spoon-fed it with water, fertilized it, studied its progress daily while quietly talking to it.
A few years later she called me. “The plant you gave me?” she whispered. “Can you imagine? Today, she has two beautiful, small, white berries!”
Her voice revealed her excitement. I could almost hear her thoughts, “My baby has grown up! I’m going to be a grandmother!”
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis story is precious, Christer. I do love a person who talks to their plants – I do it all the time, though sometimes I’m not so good at remembering to water them until they are looking a little wilted. I’m not a good plant momma! Very nicely written.
On the other hand, Carrie, I have understood that you are a great children-momma, and that is more important. Maybe your conversation with plants should include some listening? I agree with you. I also like people who communicate with nature and plants. Thanks for your nice comment.
I know my auntie loves plants but I haven’t seen her talk to them at any time. It’s a discovery for me.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleMaybe your aunt talks quietly to her plants, Thompson? Or is it possible that she communicates in a wordless way with them? If they are looking healthy and happy, I think she does. You should ask her! Thanks for your comment.
Wow. This story is very engaging. That carried and made me smile at your protagonist’s excitement. Well done.
Thank you, Lotchie! Yes, she loved plants, almost more than she cared for humans. She was very proud when they responded to her care.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou are welcome, Christer. I also loved plants, but not more than humans.