New Growths
I know it’s spring because my plants are growing. I never used to be a plant person. I, rightfully so, assumed I was allergic to all plants due to my extreme allergies to trees and grass. To put it into perspective, I was frequently sent home from elementary school because they thought I had pink eye… over and over again. I had eight years of allergy shots, and I still can’t have a bite of an apple without breaking out in hives. But my favorite color is green. I love the look of plants. I like their therapeutic purposes. I think my roommate Kelsey wore off on me, as did my grandmother’s life-long love of plants. I also think I was missing my puppy, and decided plants would be a fine alternative for a little.
So when I got back from Philadelphia to one of them nearly touching the ground from its floating shelf about seven feet, and when I saw the new bud forming to both of my shower plants, I felt a little giddy! What positive affirmations. Plants reward you for good work.
Now I can’t say I’m excited for the rest of spring. I truly think I have some cherry blossom PTSD. When I was about eight, my family spent our April break in Washington, D.C. In addition to the foot injury I was nursing from a horse – yes, a horse – stepping on me, it was also cherry-blossom-bloom prime-time. I did not fare well. I spent the trip in the stroller, not walking, as well as pretty much blind. No amount of Claritin was going to help.
My window will stay closed, I will take my Allegra-D, use my humidifier, and continue to cheer on my plants.
The Bam Cam 