Ain't she pretty, folks?
Hopefully it hasn't been showing, but I've been struggling to figure out what to write for these blog posts lately. I think I'm just in a bit of a lull, but I keep pushing through. I've been writing this blog for almost four years now (which seems like a crazy amount of time to me. The internet is a fleeting thing, after all.), and I refuse to quit now!
I try to stick to stuff that entertains me - whether it's writing-related or not. This week, hopefully my weird enthusiasm for my Christmas Cactus makes for a fun read.
Here's the deal: I kill plants.
I don't mean to.
I've nothing against plants.
I'm even mildly fond of them.
I just tend to get wrapped up in other things, forget about the plants that my mom's foisted off on me, and, well . . . let's just say the results aren't pretty - especially if you are the plant in question.
In the background is my husband's Lego Millenium Falcon.
See how happy and healthy my beautiful plant is?
I even killed an aloe plant Mom gave me. That was sad. You'd think I could remember to water a cactus in time to keep it alive. But . . . not so much.
My Christmas Cactus nearly suffered the same fate. At one point in time, I thought I'd killed her. I felt terrible and redoubled my effort to water her regularly, so when she started putting out blooms, I knew she'd finally forgiven me (and she was healthy again!). So I took a million photos to commemorate the event!
The bit above never quite recovered from my neglect. It's very weird - the base of that bit is still a little green and a little bit alive, but the end bits are truly dead.
I took a million photos, but I'm only going to subject you to one more. This photo was taken a little later, after the blooms started to die, but I like it. I think she's looking out at her view and realizing she has something to live for after all.
You go, little planty! Keep on keeping on!