A New York Witch’s Garden


My little brother and I had made plans to go to the Dominican Republic this coming September. We wanted to celebrate his daughter’s birthday, and I needed to do a bit of research for AlmaMia’s novel. I hadn’t thought about the trip in a while. Then, last Thursday night, I was going over old AlmaMia notes, when I found some scribbling that looked like a trip schedule.

The note, the trip that will never be, and the fact that my little brother is gone hit me like a bullet to the chest. I cried for a couple of hours. After my eyes and throat hurt, I tried to get some sleep. It didn’t work. So I ignored Sarah’s “Déjame Sola” sign and sailed soul bared into the Funk. I reread the comment I left on her post, followed my own advice, and let myself fly “High on Spring Blues.”

On Friday morning, at 5:30 or so, I gave up trying to fall asleep. I got out of bed, took a hot shower, had coffee and steel-cut-oats for breakfast, and talked to my plants. My green babies have a way to make everything better. Even their pictures put a smile on my soul’s face ;-)

Stubitta Jr. is full of giggles. She (yes, she’s a girl) is the first offspring of my dieffenbachia.
The proud mama, Stubitta, is about five years old… and planning to take over the apartment.
Madagascar Dragon Tree AKA my Alien Palm is a great listener. I nipped a cutting last February, and named the new green baby Pabelo’s Plant. I hope my little brother likes it ;-)
Ivyuna and Ivydos (original, I know) were foundlings. I was walking back from the library, and almost stepped on Ivyuna (left). Someone had just pulled her out of his flower garden. I brought her home, and she’s doing nicely sharing a pot with Stubitta. Ivydos I grew from seed. She’s a bit of an artist, as you can see.
I rarely buy plants, I get cuttings from friends (swipe them from gardens *cough, cough*), or grow them from seed. However, I fell in love with a wee aloe while my Piano Man and I were at Ikea. Yes, I said “wee,” but Señorita Sábila has grown twice her original size in a few weeks.
 I rescued this bamboo from my little brother’s black thumb about five years ago *smile*
You’ve met Gypsy Oak. The rain-clad lady to his right is Citronella II, grown from a cutting. 
Yep, my Wicked Luvs, that is the same plant. The red pepper in my Piano Man’s hand was harvested in January, and the ginormous monster I’m maneuvering remains attached to his mother plant. My Piano Man’s explanation? Everything grows bigger and happier when I’m home *grins*
The Little Princess and I got this spiny chayote at the grocery store—she wanted to “scare Daddy with the spikes.” We’ll plant it next week, methinks. We haven’t named her yet, but it sure looks like a Hedgehog to me. Must consult the Little Princess, what do you think?

I’m all better after my green therapy ;-) What’s your antidote against funky moods, my Luvs?

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  1. It's music for me. I can totally fix my mood with the right songs, even if it's the ones that make you cry and get it out of your system. So glad you're doing better, my wicked darlingheart.

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    1. The powers of music... I do like to listen to a tune (or thirteen) when I need to have a good cry. And while I clean the house, while cooking... yes, music is a great companion ;-)

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  2. Music always music, it is the key to my soul, and a good cry always helps; sometimes you just have to cry it out or I do anyway.

    Your plants are gorgeous!!! :)

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    1. Sometimes, you just have to let it rip, huh? I get it.

      I'll tell my plants you like them ;-D

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  3. I love your plants. And your Piano Man is probably correct about things growing better with you around. You seem good with growing things. :)

    I'm not always good about pulling myself out of my moods, but I've found that reading can distract me and Les Miserables can seem to make me feel better. Maybe I'm just glad I'm not one of the characters in the latter? Writing can also help me think through things (situations and my own feelings) more clearly, which can help me work through moods at times.

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    1. If I'm angry, writing is the thing. Nothing better to burn the uglies than a few scenes where a nasty character meets an even nastier end (even if I have to revive him or her later). And for boredom, there is nothing like a good book.

      I'll tell my Piano Man that you second his growth theory ;-)

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  4. Your post is inspiring. I think I might do a post about my green house next. Maybe it'll lift my spirits too.

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    1. Remember the other day when we talked about having a cave to go into? Gardening is my cave. I can be surrounded by the entire world screaming on fire, and if I put my headphones on, and let's say... check the soil of my babies, clean their leaves or just touch them, I feel like it's just me and them. Maybe you can have your cave in your greenhouse ;-)

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  5. I'm glad you were able to work through this bout of the blues. :)

    I guess it varies with me. Sometimes a bubble bath works. Sometimes just sitting quietly outside someplace (my back porch used to be awesome for that but the neighbors who moved in like to smoke out there a lot and the smell doesn't help LOL). Sometimes homely busy-ness like making bread works well too. I've learned to be patient with myself and see what it is I need.

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    1. Cooking is happy therapy for me. Sometimes I'm so thrilled about something, all wired because a scene I thought would take me days to finish was completed in a few hours, or just so randomly happy that I can barely think... I use those times to create elaborate meals. And to clean ;-)

      I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke. It makes me physically sick. Sorry about your porch ;-(

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  6. Music by Rammstein, or Dvorak's New World. Also, cross-stitching & movies that make me laugh.

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    1. Movies were things blow up. It has become almost a joke for my Piano Man and I. If I'm in a mood, he'll say something like, "Want to watch things blow up? Maybe a little dismemberment?" And I laugh, and kiss him. Because he doesn't care for violent movies, but he watches them with me anyway. I'm a lucky woman, aren't I?

      It would be nice to know how to cross-stitch, maybe one of these days...

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    2. For blowing-up-movies I like the A-Team & The Expendables :)

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  7. Always music.

    But, other things, too, at different time in my life. Right now, it is the forest and the Tall Oaks outside my workroom windows. No matter the season, my spirit and mood can go all the way to the treetops.

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    1. I bet those trees have tons of things to say. I bet they watch you, too, and enjoy all your moods as they climb their branches. Threes are great friends...

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  8. Those peppers look amazing!

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    1. Tomorrow, we shall see if the taste is a yummy as the look ;-)

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  9. Ah, Magaly. I'm so glad that your plants came to your aid. They are healing little darlings. Your Ivies are precious, and I can't believe how quickly your Oak is growing! One should always have an aloe in the house, I think. Yours is gorgeous. My little garden does that for me too. I've purposefully filled it with healing plants. I'll do a post about and ask them to send you some of their happy vibes. :-)

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    1. I've been missing my lavender and rosemary plants, but I want to start them from seed and now is not a good time--we'll be gone for weeks, in the following months, and you know babies don't do well when you leave them in the hands of another while they are too tiny. But yes, healing plants are perfect. That job rests on the hands of the bamboo, the aloe, the Dragon Tree, the ivy, and well, all of them until my dear rosemary and lavender get here. They are my warriors ;-)

      Can't wait to see your garden, and to bathe in the energies you send!

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  10. I don't name my plants but I do talk to them and tell them how beautiful they are.

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    1. They are big into hearing about how pretty they are, aren't they? They are as modest as I am ;-D

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  11. If my funk is in the winter there is nothing that can truly help, chocolate is a must but it helps only for an hour or two, as well as sex that unfortunately does n't last for more than a couple of hours either. If it is in the summer then gardening and sipping cold teas and enjoying the Sun. So many wonderful things in the summer, the sea, maybe a visit to an island, ice cream, long walks at night, an outdoors concert...
    I hope the Summer energies will help you heal and grow like your beautiful plants!
    Lots of love!

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    1. I don't really get the seasonal blues. My spells of sadness tend to be attached to specif events, but they are tougher to deal with in the summer, too, as plants are kind of sleepy then. I can still talk to my potted babies, but the tries outside are naked and very silent in their slumber.

      Ice cream, chocolate and sex are definitely miracle makers ;-)

      Lots of love and light, right back at you!

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  12. Being with GK always brings my spirits up. This last week has been a wonderful pick me up. She is funny, charming and gives me such a hard time. We deserve each other....after all we are "the Omalator and Annoying Girl", doers of whatever we please whenever we want....and we like it.

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    1. I have no doubt. The Omalator and Annoying Girl can keep anyone going and searching for more. What a team '-D

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  13. Yes, That beauty ... I like your plants. Charming Frog!

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    1. The (ever astonished) charming frog was a present from a very amazing woman. It makes everything pretty ;-)

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  14. music,dancing, reading, a morning alone to meditate.....depends on the mood :)because every funky mood has its mood to!

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    1. Moods do come in their own tune, so it makes perfect sense that we might need different steps to dance to their beats.

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  15. Green therapy and dancing ;o) I love your plant babies and, I really love their names ;o) You can tell they are happy ;o)

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    1. They get a lot of love and attention, and I'm always reminding them just how gorgeous they are. So I, too, will believe that they are happy.

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  16. I just lay in my garden and breath in green....or if my hair is long enough...I cut it all off, as a sacrifice and burn it. :D XXX

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    1. Cutting my hair sounds like a great idea right now. I wonder, wonder, wonder... ;-D

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  17. Lovely post. Mourning is necessary but a hard road to be on, Magaly. Spending time with your green friends seems like a great way to ease the pain. An old friend from my childhood named Isabel drew my attention to a blog where you posted a link to Slabtown. Thanks so much Magaly, I haven't been the best blog buddy recently so I was surprised and grateful for the support. Thanks.

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    1. Indeed, Francie, and it seems that I mourn each person I've lost in a different way. I guess that makes sense.

      I really love Slabtown, and I have a feeling that if more people actually got to the blog they would feel the same way. Oh, you should grin to this because earlier this morning I started working on a post about Slabtown and Heartsong's Circle, another blog with a lot of wonderful words to share ;-)

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  18. Plant therapy, River-with-my-dog therapy, and music therapy.. any combination thereof is what usually works best. Love your plant friends!

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    1. I miss having do therapy, but with my Attila so far away... well, you know. One of these days I might be blessed with a fur-baby ;-)

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  19. I love your plants!!! One of my mood fixers was my garden (I haven't planted in the past two seasons because I had no time to care for the plants). Every morning before work, I would go out to the garden and talk to them. I would run my hands from the bottom of the rosemary to the top to smell its amazing aroma. I would do the same to the basil and the tomatoes. I often wish I could bottle up those smells and carry them with me every day. Now, my joy comes from my raspberries. They are growing like crazy along side the house. I talk to them almost every day and tell them how beautiful they are and how big they are getting and that I am just so excited to watch them grow.
    The other, of course, is music. Pissed off? Crank up some Suicidal Tendencies "You Can't Bring Me Down" or Drowning Pool's "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor." Feeling sad, depending on the reason, I have tons of songs for that.
    On that note, my husband just popped his head in and said "Your raspberries are really going crazy out here!" I must go and dote on my babies! :-)

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    1. Ambergine, you've put the biggest of grins on my face. "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" is one of my favorite angry songs (and a workout favorite, too).

      Yum! raspberry conversations ;-)

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  20. You gave a good mood to me as well. So glad to see your plants doing well! That capsicum is too good! So fresh and green!
    My Mum has that Alien Palm too. It grew very big... I shall post pictures of my Mum's home plants when I go home.
    I am glad that you are so self-healing, Magaly. You are strong, and you find right ways to overcome your grief.
    Hugs and blessings!

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    1. I grew Alien Palm from seed. It is not that old, only six years old, but I have feeling it will grow huge.

      I think happiness are better handled with an open heart, so I bring it on world!

      Hugs right back you ;-)

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  21. Love how you decorate your plants with figurines to make them feel less alone. :) They are all looking very happy to me.

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    1. So glad you noticed. I just think that I wouldn't like to be in pot by myself 24/7, so I add a little friend, or a rock, or a piece of old wood with history... just a little something to make their home a bit cheery ;-)

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  22. I wanted a house full of plants when I was a newlywed...I tried, but was plagued with gnats no matter what I did...and then add cats to the household (8 pots of soil too much of a temptation for them) that I just gave up.

    Yours look so healthy and happy....Hedgie would certainly be in good company :)

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    1. I had a gnat problem sometime in the past. I tried everything, and nothing worked. Then I started to use a little funnel to water the plants, so that the topsoil would stay dry. The gnats went poof!

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