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.|
|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 ;-)|
| 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.|
|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?