One of the things I really like is messiness.
I like messy hair, plants, trees. Overgrown
is probably a better way to describe it.
The more overgrown the cooler it looks to
me. Soooo… yesterday morning I did something
so out of character for me. I made up my mind the
night before when I was lying in bed. I said to
myself-
Tomorrow you are going to cut all those
wacko plants back.
And I did. I pretended I didn’t even know it was me
doing it. My fingers got wet from some of the leaves-
they were so alive. And here I was cutting them off!
One of the plants- a type of Philodendron,has been
hogging our upstairs bathroom window for years. I
accidentally cut one of the pieces of jute from the
macrame hanging basket that it was hanging in.
My oldest sister made it. I was crazy sad about this.
Nevertheless I persevered. I cut cut cut.
So now I am surrounded by shorn/tamed plants.
One of my grown girls-who likes order- said good
when I told her what I had done. Mr. Fix-it said, it’s
called pruning. No matter how good it is or what it
is called. I don’t like it.
