Description: Writing
When I was in college, I bought a little velvety plant and named him Elvis. I think Elvis was an African violet. He basically had no chance. I loved that plant. I talked to it. I watered it (probably too much), and then I eventually forgot about Elvis. And well, Elvis left the building.
I have always said I have a black thumb. My mom has a green thumb. She can grow anything. Her house is filled with plants. She has had a Christmas Cactus (that blooms at Thanksgiving) for going on 20 years, and it’s beautiful.
This year, I decided to give some plants an opportunity to live with me. I apologized to each of my plants as I bought them, thinking for sure I would kill them. Well, I’m happy to say that six months after buying my spider plant it’s still alive. I added a snake plant, which I really love. It’s my favorite. The leaves settled down at night, and then during the day they raise up toward the sun. This one looks like it has alligator stripes. I bought it from Ballantyne’s Market at 11. I’d tell you who sold it