I spent the weekend in the Cienfuegos woods; climbing mango threes with AlmaMia, following her movements, digesting the whys behind her actions. I sucked in cold air and let it out in hot gasps when fear froze her words in my fingertips. We ran, got scratched by bare branches… Her tears began to flow out of my eyes and I called it a day. She sat where she always sits—watching me discuss her story with my plants—waiting for me to be ready to write her again.
Our urban garden is growing. I just added an avocado plant. Isn’t she stunning?
Look at her in all her potted glory. I’m proud. She’s the first I’ve ever started from seed.
I was very worried about the passion fruit plant I got from Judy. The leaves were looking sad when we left for Mexico. But Nature is a nurturing mother. Yay for healthy shoots!
There is a new oak on the block, um, in the pot. He’s lanky, leafy and totally bright.
The aloe didn’t want to feel left out, so she is sprouting new green, too.
Nature is a hearty, versatile lady. Blowing cold kisses……while still sunning up the green.
What was your weekend like, my Wicked Luvs? Did it have snow in it? Was it full of sun?