When I originally got it, I looked at the box, thought how cute… a little six inch palm tree to put on my desk. Upon arriving home and rereading the box, I realized it said six feet, not inches. Oops.
I then really read the box and realized there was going to be a bit more involved in this whole “I now own a plant thing” than I originally thought. I made my way to the garden center at Home Depot. This was my first trip to any garden center that wasn’t a tag along. I wasn’t there to offer an opinion to my parents’ about flowers they were getting for the season or what have you, but I was the one making decision about the future of my aforementioned plant… tree.
Okay, so I relied heavily upon the help of those that worked there since in reality I had no idea what I was doing. They helped me pick out a pot, food (who knew plants needed to eat food?), and planting soil.
I left Home Depot with the food, clothing (the soil… it at least counts as the equivalent to a blanket), and shelter for my tree. That was fun, I thought getting back into my car.
A day later, I stood in front of my pot, the soil, the plant food, and Harold. Yes, I’d named him Harold. It was time to get him replanted in his forever home. Forever, of course, meaning as long as he fit in this particular pot.
It didn’t take as long as I anticipated and before I knew it, there was Harold, standing tall(ish) and proud.
Then it happened folks. I said something out loud… to my tree. I was talking to a plant. (Before you get too worried, he didn’t talk back. Not at first… kidding :)
I hear this isn’t unheard of, that people talk to their plants. I just never thought I’d be one of them. Pets? Sure. They have ears, they’re listening. But plants? I instantly wondered if this made me crazy, but then I remembered crazy people don’t know their crazy so thinking I was crazy was actually proof I wasn't.
I digress.
So there I was, talking to Harold and I realized this simple little plant, that I was now providing for, was pretty cool. I suddenly pictured him fully grown and wondered where life would bring me by then.
This was the first living thing that was coming along for this journey we call life. And I’m going to be the determining factor as to whether or not Harold has a successful one. (Prayers that I keep him alive, always appreciated!) Something I initially thought to be simple, is now something I am invested in for the long haul.
At that moment, I was left with an incredibly profound thought.
I really need a boyfriend. :p
In all seriousness, it’s been a few days, Harold is doing well, although doesn’t seem to be growing very fast. However, he IS still green, which means I didn’t over water him.
Everyone, meet Harold!
Xo,
Lauren
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