I know. I’ve blogged about this before. You can read about my attempt at chamomile HERE. (You should know that I did kill that chamomile plant and three others…I actually blame the tornado for the last three, though).
So, in light of being guilty of planticide, I was a tiny bit nervous when my pal Amelia gave me a cute, little plant for my birthday.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s a succulent. You can’t kill it.”
Kiss. Of. Death for anything green, handing it to me like that.
I took the plant home, worrying that the late January chill would kill it. That the hard brake I made at a stop light would kill it. That I’d jostle it too much in the pretty gift bag and kill it. I put it on my desk, then worried that it wouldn’t get enough sun because it’s Michigan and the sun forgets about us this time of year. On the few days that the sun remembered and graced us, I put the plant on the window sill. I’ve talked to it (it doesn’t answer back), worried about it. I’ve down right fretted over this little plant.
I finally broke down and did a google search on how to take care of an indoor succulent. That only compounded my confusion. “Don’t water them too much”, “Don’t let them dry out”, “They don’t belong inside”, “They need full sun all the time”, “Blah, blah, yada, yada”.
Then, finally, I found a blog that said the words that made me realize that I might just be able to keep this sweet plant alive. “Succulents thrive on neglect”. YES! I can neglect a plant like nobody’s business!
Then and only then did I dare name the plant. (Here in the Finkbeiner home we name everything: the oven is Stella Mae, the coffee maker is Joe, the van is Minnie, the blender is Sir Mix A Lot). My daughter wanted me to name the plant, but I feared it would die and would hurt worse if it had a name.
I’m neurotic, I know.
Anyway, I decided to name the plant Muley Graves.
Now, if you’re a nerd like I am, you’ll remember that Muley Graves is a ghost like character from The Grapes of Wrath. He dares to stay in the dust-destroyed town after all others have moved West for work in California. Muley’s a spiky, forgotten, neglected character.
I’ve always liked Muley Graves. He’s gritty and a little off his rocker.
So, what’s the point with this blog post? Truly. I don’t think there is one. And that’s okay for a Monday morning, right?
Oh, and don’t worry, I’m an attentive mom. My kids are fed and clean (sometimes) and dressed (even if their shirts are on backwards and one of them likes to see how many days he can get away with wearing the same socks) and loved deeply. Just in case you worried that my poor gardening skills were evidence of poor everything skills.
Anywho. Thanks for reading my plant ramblings. Off to work it is for me.
Have a splendid day, Friends!