My coworker is leaving for an extended road trip (think three weeks of wandering through the western national parks). To distract myself from longingly imagining how wonderful such a trip would be, I offered to take care of his plants.
Well last night he made the first trip to my apartment with his plants. The first trip. He has so many plants he needs multiple trips to get all of his plants here.
His first trip contained thirteen plants. My less than 400 square foot apartment is overflowing with plants. My kitchen table is covered. I’ve pulled the furniture away from a wall and lined more plants along that. My little cabinet has vines trailing all over it.
There’s another carload coming. And I’m rather excited. My apartment has become a green jungle of aloe and Christmas cactus and coleus and amaryllis and I’m loving it.