Now that I am coming to understand that plants, like all things, need to be nurtured, not just set in a corner and watered/fed/given a peanut butter sandwich and a movie. I'm learning to turn from neglect to nurture. And the lesson has been brought home with my lab experiment: Ambrose the spider plant.
There are hooks in the kitchen in the new house, just calling out for some hanging plants. When I think about the house as I would love it, I think about clean, tidy spaces, ready for laughter and spreading out blankets with toys - and bird feeders out side our windows and big, healthy house plants. These images just speak nurtured, cared for, cherished - the happy work of a woman who is not jumping from emergency to emergency. The work of a woman who clothes herself in strength and dignity; a woman who smiles at the furture (Psalm 31:25).
And so, I finished transplanting some plants to bigger pots and cleaning off our little apartment porch. I realized that if I could find an off-white skein of yarn and a key ring in my house, I could make a plant hanger for Ambrose's new home in our new kitchen. I commissioned Bug (Luxy) to hold the key ring and maintain tension for me and in just a little bit, we had this:
|Ambrose - my poster boy for Nurture.|