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Part of the reason we have so many plants is how Dad handled trimming plants, or leaves falling off. This largely applies to the spider plants and the jade plants, since they were the ones that tended to have bits fall off most often.
If you’re my father, and you’re moving a plant or watering it, and a piece falls off, you know what you do? You stick it into another pot. Maybe the pot already has a plant there, maybe not. But if you’re doing this with jade or spider plants, you’re going to end up with another green, growing plant.
This is why he wanted plants for his memorial - he loved that they continue like that. That so many of them, a leaf or stem that should dry up actually grows roots and turns into another living, growing life.
I guess this helps to explain why there’s a glass jar on the windowsill with pieces of a plant stuck into it - they fell off when I was trimming dead leaves. At least I came by the inclination to surround myself with green and growing things honestly, via my father and his mother. Though it does mean that I don’t really have enough in the way of plant stands. I need to fix that. Especially with all the new plants that came to me with the loss of my father. Life continues, life renews. Small lessons, but lessons that surround me.
If you’re my father, and you’re moving a plant or watering it, and a piece falls off, you know what you do? You stick it into another pot. Maybe the pot already has a plant there, maybe not. But if you’re doing this with jade or spider plants, you’re going to end up with another green, growing plant.
This is why he wanted plants for his memorial - he loved that they continue like that. That so many of them, a leaf or stem that should dry up actually grows roots and turns into another living, growing life.
I guess this helps to explain why there’s a glass jar on the windowsill with pieces of a plant stuck into it - they fell off when I was trimming dead leaves. At least I came by the inclination to surround myself with green and growing things honestly, via my father and his mother. Though it does mean that I don’t really have enough in the way of plant stands. I need to fix that. Especially with all the new plants that came to me with the loss of my father. Life continues, life renews. Small lessons, but lessons that surround me.