Remember the houseplant my grandson Joe gave me? The one Caley knocked over which resulted in me buying, staining and assembling the plant stand, that Caley then also knocked over? Well, if you recall, I had to cut about 2/3 of it off and replant the rest deeper in the pot to keep what was left of the plant upright.
Anyway, every morning, when I check that the front door is locked and bolted before going to work, I also turn that pot about 1/8 of a turn. As a result, I am happy to report it is now coming back rather nicely. See Photos.
P.S. I would appreciate it if any of you could tell me what the heck this plant is called. It's embarrassing to keep calling it "that houseplant!"
Post all you want, but, really! My "houseplant"? How I screwed up sending a simple ecard? The leftovers I cobbled together for a lame dinner?
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You can't say nothin' about me and mine, homeboy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jody! Must be a newbie, as we have repeated pointed this out in the past: this Blog IS boring! Because, its about my life and my life is mostly boring!!
ReplyDeleteP.S. Jody: I have always wanted to ask you, did you really fool around with ALL those servicemen's girlfriends and wives? While I don't agree with your morals, I am definitely impressed with your stamina!
I have no idea what your houseplant is called. But, if it makes you feel any better, you can call it "The Houseplant That [Riese] Gave You." Riese is the one who picked that plant out for you. Joe just happened to be the person who handed it to you.
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