Ideal Bite

Some people rescue puppies and kitties and even spiders. Me? I'm a sucker for all the little potted houseplants that I see at my local supermarket. God forbid I walk into the market at night, post-vino, to get milk for coffee in the morning... I see the little guys (usually African violets) all crammed onto a cart, listless and dying, and I have to save at least one. $1.99, forked over in the name of the greater good of plantkind.

I've taken in at least 10 refugee plants to date.

And it doesn't even matter to me that they are not started in a way that is sustainable or organic. Like little green crack-babies, I can't fault them the sins of their creators. So, I bring them home, and pinch off the sad leaves and repot them and tend them and love them until they start to love me back.

At the moment, 4 of said rescuees are having a party of blooms on one plant stand - lavender and purple and fuscia and white - while the rest are still new adoptees, unsure whether or not they trust me, biding their time until they bloom.

-Heather... who clearly needs to get out more often...

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