Covid & Hawthorns
About three months ago, give or take, I began talking to house plants. This is new for me; caressing the patterned green leaves and asking them if they were happy. Years ago, I affectionately observed my dearest college roommate addressing her plants by their given names- Good morning Miss Spiderly- but I didn't consider the possibility of real connection. Certainly, I've felt deep spiritual release in the great natural world- coastal trails in Northern California, Utah's unworldly arches and rock formations, the salty taste of ocean waves anywhere and everywhere. But house plants alluded me. For a thirty-something birthday, a friend with a green thumb gifted me a snake plant in a sweet vintage pot. I set the plant in front of our bedroom window and tried not to over-water it. Over time, she started to outgrow the painted pot. Maybe she likes it here. Hopeful, I purchased a hanging plant at the co-op, another at Menard's, and received two more as gi