Looking back on my life, I wander how in the world I did it. I guess it was one day at a time. When my son started kindergarten in 2003, I decided to go back to school. I was working at the Ground Round Restaurant, full time, pretty much around the clock. At least, it seemed like it.
Shortly after I started school, my mom was diagnosed with leukemia brought on by aplastic anemia. It was a rough time.
My major was art. When I graduated from high school, that’s what I wanted to do. I was planning on going out to the Denver Institute of Art. The day I was to graduate I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. They wanted to operate that day, but mom said no, she is going to walk across that stage. I was supposed to go out to Colorado to tour the facility and all that good stuff before I graduated, but with all the doctor’s appointments and everything else going on, it got postponed. When we found out I had cancer, it was cancelled all together.
My mom didn’t want me to go to prom or any of the parties. She reluctantly let me go, with a little begging from me and reassurance from parents that they would keep an eye on me. I was operated on five days after graduation. I went through chemo that summer and tried to go to the community college that fall. After one semester I dropped out. It was too much. This was in 1995. The doctors told me I probably would never be able to have babies without help.
We’ve always had a thing for black cats…Samantha was our first black cat. We had Gato (he was a grey white and black cat with a little bit of brown. I’m sure I’ll be including him at some point) – one of her kittens, then we got Luna. After Luna passed away we got Kalimba.
The picture above was taken while I was still going through chemo. I’m not normally that pale. Even during the winter I have a little bit of a tan.
In January 1998, I found out I was pregnant. Or the cancer had come back and it was everywhere. My cancer doctor called and broke the news to me. Imagine my shock!!! I didn’t think I could get pregnant! He had scheduled a sonogram for the next day. The tests they do for this particular cancer is a sort of pregnancy blood test. But instead of checking for pregnancy, they check for cancer. My doctor talked to me a couple of minutes, I hung up the phone and laid back down. What in the world am I going to do?
My mom wanted to know why the cancer doctor had called. I told her “no reason” and rolled over in bed. Her response? “Bull #@*&! He didn’t call for no reason. Why did he call?” “He thinks I’m pregnant or the cancer’s come back and it’s everywhere.” After a slight pause, she said “Let’s hope you’re pregnant.” She went with me to the sonogram. When I was finished, I greeted her as “Grandma!” She didn’t go in with me, she sat in the waiting room. Even though I had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, she was ecstatic.
He was the best thing to ever happen to me. Still is, the joy of my life.
So, I did what I had to do. I raised him as a single parent. His dad wasn’t involved at all. That’s why, when he started kindergarten I decided to go back to school. I knew I couldn’t live and survive working at a restaurant.
On the weekends, I went out with a friend of mines band – NOXIT. I didn’t go out every weekend, but some. We had fun and didn’t get into trouble. Or at least we didn’t get caught!
So, I’m working part time (nights), going to school part time (days), raising my son and helping my dad out around the house while mom is in the hospital. She was at NIH (National Institute of Health) in Rockville (?), Md. Dad was also working part time, doing what he had to do to get by. Mom eventually succumbed to the cancer in 2007. She struggled from 1993 when she was diagnosed with aplastic anemia (I was 15 1/2, learned to drive going up and down 270 to visit her – my dad taught me to drive) to 2007 when leukemia took her. In 2006 I graduated from the community college with an AA in art. About 6 months after mom passed away my braces came off.
The whole time is a blur to me now and I’m sure in 10 years or so I’ll still be saying “How in the world did I do it?”
I got an A on this, even though it wasn’t finished. The teacher thought it was. I ran out of time and had to hand it in, as is.
This was done completely with sharpie dots. The teacher even checked the back to make sure we didn’t cheat.
It’s faded a little bit, and has some discoloration but (in my humble opinion) it’s worth being framed.
In one of my classes we had to make a drawing using circles…it’s my name abstracted.
The 2nd place black and white photo was the first one I entered at the community college. When I won 1st place the following year, I knew I should probably get into photography. Even my teachers said I had a good eye.
This is just an example of my artwork and start of photography, and a glimpse of my life when my son (and I) was younger. It wasn’t until my son and I moved back here the second time that I realized that this is probably where I was meant to be. (Before my son started kindergarten we had moved out and back home two times!) These details are a story for another time.
It certainly does not feel like it’s been 24 years since I graduated from high school! My son will be 21 in Sept!
Time sure does fly.
And I will leave you with this… “How did it get so late so soon?” Dr. Seuss
I was going to make today’s post about my parents 50th wedding anniversary, but I’m not feeling well today. My parents were married April 26, 1969. The first part is pictures of them through the years, the second part is about the yard work we did yesterday.
Here are some pictures of my parents. My mom passed away in 2007, my dad in 2017. They were awesome parents.
My mom was in the navy before she met my dad.
My mom has the yellow sweater drapped over her shoulders ( on the right side of the picture). My dad is standing beside her. Some kind of family gathering, I think.
Yesterday was a busy day. It was supposed to rain so my boyfriend was home. He’s a roofer so when it rains he doesn’t work.
I started out going around the back of the property picking up branches that had come down in storms. While doing this, I was keeping an eye out for logs to put around the pink dogwood.
It didn’t take us too long to get this done. We did have to get the chainsaw out and cut some wood, but that’s okay! We didn’t need to6cut too much. Maybe a wogonload.
We’re using pine for the garden edging. This is because it’s not really a good idea to burn pine in the woodstove. You can, but it has to be super seasoned. All the sap in pine causes more creosote than other seasoned wood.
Below are pictures I took throughout the morning.
Don’t know how it died…makes me sad, but it is nature after all. Survival of the fittest!
Looks like a huge slug!
Wood Ash is good for the yard. You shouldn’t put too much on it at a time, but here it’s ok. We have a berm going across probably about 2/3 of the property. A berm is elevated ground. This helps deter rushing water from washing out the lane and around the house. A berm could probably be made of rock, we use dirt I dig up from any of my gardens. I also pile branches on top, then more dirt as I dug. This dirt would be really rich if I need to use it again for anything else.
I’ve started dumping ash on the berm, I really have nowhere else to dump it. Only wood ash is good for lawn care. If you burn trash, the only good way to dispose of it is to dump it down groundhog holes. (For the most part, we send nothing to the dump. Reduce, reuse, recycle… We are renting a dumpster to get rid of junk soon. I’m sure I’ll be posting about that when the time comes!)
I need to get a better picture of this. When you touch it, it’s sticky on the underside of the leaves.
Sorry this is short and sweet. Hopefully tomorrow is a better day! I do have the weekend off, so maybe I can get back to my old self by Monday. (I do plan on posting over the weekend.)
When walking about the property, I never know what I will find. Some things grow in the most peculiar places. Sometimes, I don’t need to go very far! I’ve seen mint grow through a crack like the picture above. But, this is an ordinary weed. It’s a strong thing – and persistent! I got home from work yesterday and saw it. I’m not leaving it there, but I wanted to get a picture of it before I pulled it.
I know you can’t really tell because of the leaves, but this mint plant is growing on concrete.
I really need to get this holly out of the rose bush before it gets any bigger. It’s big enough as it is and I hope I can get enough of the root system to transplant it. I know the birds had something to do with it growing where it is.
I have a bunch of babies growing on the property, most of which I have transplanted. I’m starting to have difficulty in transplanting, I’m running out of room.
Oh, the babies!! Did you know that holly trees are male or female? And in order to have babies you need one of each growing near each other. The female is the one that gets the berries. The male gets flowers, but no berries. Robins are the only bird/animal that I have found that eat holly berries. They go crazy for them in the dead of winter. Deer might go after the holly tree, but it needs to be a really rough winter. The leaves and berries are too tough and/or poisonous.
I know things will grow on old logs and stumps, especially rotten ones. There’s so much nutrients in the rotting wood, it gives life to new plants. The plants that grow on them makes for interesting photography! (The same with concrete, textures draw me in!)
If the photograph is cropped in right, it could look like a cave or cavern or something. I left it like it is so you can tell it’s a stump.
I have plants that I didn’t plant or buy. I wouldn’t have bought it! Sage and ornamental grass are two such plants.
This is bee balm sage, I do believe. When I was working in the garden a couple years back, I noticed it. It came from nowhere!!! Squirrels, birds, or deer are to blame. At first, I had no idea what it was, so I clipped it and took it to a local nursery. The guy said it was Russian Sage. When I got home, I looked it up…it’s not Russian sage. I believe it’s Bee Balm. Russian Sage gets a purple flower. This ones blooms start out white and then turn yellow. I’ve got two of them now, and bees absolutely love it.
I will dry the leaves and burn it when I’m feeling stressed and need to relax. The Native Americans did this, but they used a different sage with broader leaves and is more of a small bush. What I have is more like a tree.
This is the only picture of ornamental grass I have at the moment. Where it’s growing, I wouldn’t have planted it. I didn’t even buy the thing – deer, squirrels or birds brought it in. It’s growing in a garden with a cedar tree, daffodils, and iris’.
I know, mushrooms grow where it’s moist! This one grew around the stick, not sure where the stem is…it’s just attached. Kind of looks like a pancake, stuck in a tree.
I’ll leave you with this for today. Where ever plants can find the right amount of nutrients and sunlight, they will grow!
Where there’s a will, there’s a way!
Very pretty sunrise this morning, thought I’d share!
I’ve kissed the sun good morning or good night plenty of throughout my life. Don’t know which I like better. Mornings are a fresh start, evening is hope for tomorrow.
I didn’t know this but there is a song called “Kissing the Sun” by The Young Gods. It’s a single on their 1995 album ONLY HEAVEN. Don’t know anything about it… I googled “kissing the Sun” and that popped up.
Mornings at the beach are the best, but mountain sunrises are pretty close. Don’t really know which I prefer.
Do you know what makes the sunrise or sunset so pretty? Natural and man made pollution causes the colorful sunrises and sunsets. Water molecules and dust are also to blame. During the day, the effect is minimal due to the amount of atmosphere the sunlight has to travel through.
I have more photos of sunsets than I do sunrises.
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”
I love this quote and it’s absolutely true!
Red sky at night, sailors delight
Red sky in morning, sailors take warning.
I think just about everyone has heard this saying. I think it’s true. It means that if the sky is red in the morning it’s going to be a bad day to sail. But if the sky is red at night, it’s going to be good weather.
“The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.” – Roberto Bolano
“A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.” – Crystal Woods
I’ve been really busy working in my gardens lately. I got a bunch of flowers from a friend (she just wants a crepe myrtle in return) plus I ordered about 40 bulbs. What was I thinking?!? I’ve been wanting to expand my garden out front, so all is ok! I also put some rock down for my walkway. I can only do a little at a time, but I will get it done!!
The rock walkway is to help deter water from pooling at the bottom of the deck steps. For the most part it’s working.I started with the brick alongside the house and at the bottom of the steps. This was, initially, to help with mowing. I soon realized I needed more. The mower kept moving the brick. I added some garden rock and a yucca. The yucca died! It was a transplant, so no big loss!
The whole area to the right of the stone and yucca is eventually going to be filled in. I am slowly but surely working on it. My hope is to have it complete before winter sets in. After all, I have been working on it since 2016.
The plant in the white pot is a grape vine. I’m not sure if it’s alive, but it will be a cool Halloween decoration if it’s not.
It wasn’t doing anything where it was planted along my grape arbor. So I bought another one, dug this one up and put the new one in. If this one is alive, I’ll plant it somewhere near the property line. (I have my doubts!)
I’m also working on the front of the house. I’m kinda surprised the strawberries are blooming, but happy! I will have strawberries!!!! I just transplanted them from a different part of the yard. They weren’t doing too well where they were. (the strawberries are right in front) The bell post is to the left, if you’ve read any of my other posts. Again, the area to the right is going to be filled in with flowers and a stepping stone/pebble walkway. It will be to the right of the strawberries and connect to the walkway near and around the bird feeder (top of picture, almost center).
I decided to put logs around the dogwood flower patch. Last year, my boyfriend kept mowing some of them down. His defense was that I have plenty of flowers and they will grow back. Well, he mowed over them enough times that they didn’t come back this year. I’m not too happy, but what can I do?
I had gone to Home Depot (I prefer Lowe’s, but didn’t feel like going to the other side of town) today to get some stone for the deck walkway, and looked at different kind of edging. They didn’t really have anything I liked, and everything was way too expensive so I paid for my rock and came home. I would figure out something. As you can tell, I did. Hopefully, it stays there. My boyfriend says it’s nice, so we will see.
Thought I’d add a picture of some tulips I planted this spring. The rest of the post is about spiders.
Spiders really aren’t bad creatures. For the most part, like snakes, they just want to survive and be left alone. The only spiders I kill are ones that look like they could be black widows. Those I don’t like, for obvious reasons.
Most spiders eat bugs that we don’t like.
Even ones inside the house I try not to kill. I’ve seen them kill stink bugs, which we had a severe problem with a couple of years ago. (Praying mantis’ and wrens eat stink bugs as well.) So, in my book spiders are good!
Jumping spiders have really good eye sight. The males put on a really good song and dance for the lady spiders. I’ve never heard them sing, or make any kind of noise. I guess humans can’t hear them.
Wolf spiders live in the ground, hunt at night. They don’t spin a web. I couldn’t tell you how many I have dug up when working in one of my gardens. I’ve had them scurry across my hand. This one (above) was about the size of my hand. I know it looks huge, it’s the way I cropped it.
Female wolf spiders are maternal, from what I’ve read. They will carry the egg sak on their backs and even the babies until they are old enough to hunt on their own.
** I’ve picked up some more hours at my day job, so you may not see as many posts, maybe two or three a week.
Yesterday we saw our first black snake this year! We probably wouldn’t have seen it if we didn’t need to run to the store. I love black snakes – don’t know why ( my favorite animal is the wolf). In Chinese astrology I was born in the year of the snake. Maybe that’s why.
This black snake eventually went into the woodpile.
For the most part, they just want to be left alone. One of the best things about black snakes is they eat mice. So, we don’t really have a mouse problem around here. (My cat eats them too, but that’s another story!)
They also eat baby birds and eggs. It upset me when I heard the momma bird squawking, but there was nothing I could do! Survival of the fittest, right!? I did take pictures, so it didn’t upset me too much.
This is a small one, probably only about 18 inches long. It wasn’t too hard to get out of the house…it slithered into the vent cover, which I had closed. I threw it and the snake outside.
One night, late last summer, my son woke my boyfriend and I up saying there was a snake in the house! I thought he was joking…he wasn’t. It was right outside my bedroom! Another baby, about a foot long! My boyfriend grabbed a clamp and threw it outside. Later, we found some skin hanging from the basement storm door. He probably fell off, landing on the inside, and slithered into the house when the door was opened.
We had a couple of black snakes living under the front stoop! I concreted up the holes, making sure they weren’t under the stoop when I completely sealed it. I did NOT want dead snakes under there! I did one side, made sure they weren’t under the concrete then sealed the other side!
Took me a couple of days, but there are no more snakes under the stoop or sidewalk. There were a couple other places I concreted up, one in the mint garden and another along the driveway.
My dad and I had been working on rebuilding the mower shed. I couldn’t do much because I had just had major surgery, but I helped a little when I could. I decided to take a break and went to sut down in the door of the camper. I heard a little commotion behind me. I stood up (I hadn’t sat down completely) , looked, and there was a snake slithering away from me. A couple seconds later here comes a mouse with her babies still hanging out! (She was giving birth when the snake disturbed her!)
Some facts about black snakes:
Non venomous, constrictor
Can grow up to 8 feet long, usually around 4
Have been known to nest with copperheads
Lay up to 30 eggs, babies are 12 inches long, incubation period is 60 days, adults mate in spring
Lay their eggs in rotten logs, manure, , wood piles, manmade structuresh
Hunt during the day in spring and fall, at night during the summer
Will rattle their tail to make predator think it’s poisonous. Also produce a musk and will bite (story about that in another post)
I am working on a post about the Morris’…hopefully I’ll have it posted by tonight. In the meantime, here are some photos to enjoy.
Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday. Life kinda got in the way!
Just wanted to provide some information about my Morris ancestry. It took me forever to find this information…my dad had a ton of information on the Shaffer’s (his mother’s side) but next to nothing about his dads. I had as far back as Oliver Morris, my great great grandfather. After searching for what seemed forever (months?) I finally found a census from Oliver which stated that his father came from Wales and his mother came from Germany. Her name was Leah. The 1854 census for Oliver states the following: born 1854, male, 66 years old; widowed; head of house hold, owns property; father’s birth place South Wales (NOT New South Wales), mother’s birth place Germany.
I haven’t been able to find anything on Leah’s side of the family.
I was very excited to find this! Until I realized Morris was a popular name in Wales. Oh the searching that took place. I didn’t have any other info to go on. So, I keep searching, looking for someone that might fit the criteria. I found Isaac Morris! The 1880 Bush Creek, Fulton, PA census for him is as follows: age 56, farmer, male, household members: Isaac age 56, Leah age 57. He was baptised March 7, 1824 in Cilycwm, Carmarthenshire, Wales. The 1841 census (Wales) is as follows: (this is in Egremont, Carmarthenshire, Wales) Birth year, 1822-1826, birth place Carmarthenshire; parish, Egremont; county, Carmarthenshire; house hold members, Thomas 60-64, Carmarthenshire; Mary 55-59, Carmarthenshire; Isaac 15-19, Carmarthenshire; Mary James 15-19, Carmarthenshire. I also found a document that stated Isaac’s father as Thomas Morris 1779- (?), and his mother was Mary Edmonds 1783-1843 and he had a brother named Theophilus 1839- (?). This all seems to add up to me. When I found all this, I did the math. It seemed to fit!. I finally had something and I went with it.
Thomas’ father was William Morris, and was apparently very famous. He was a botanist, antiquary, letter writer. If you search his name wallpaper comes up. He married Mary Ann Reynolds who was heiress of a branch of Williamses (formerly Boleyns) of Breconshire (Blaen-nant, Clanheugan, Brecknock(?)). Not sure if I have that last part spelled right…I copied everything from the computer by hand.
The Morris’/Morys are descended from ancient family of Bulk’eley
After this is speculative, but I find it interesting. I couldn’t find any concrete information the names keep changing…Williams father was Lewis Morris/Morys. His father was Morys ap Richard Morys. The son took the fathers last name as his first name (Morys ap Richard Morys litteraly means Morys son of Richard Morys as far as I have found). The daughter was kind of the same but they got fetch or verch (as in (Elsbeth fetch John or Elizabeth verch Madog). Those names are actual ancestors I pulled to give examples. Once I found that Lewis Morris/Morys had a son William and the dates seemed to line up, I found a lot of info. There are a lot of kings, princes and lords in the tree. Gruffudd Fychan ap Gruffudd is the last I have on the direct line of the Morris’. He was probably born around 1300. He married Mawd Clement.
Through the wives I have lineage all the way back to Charlemagne and beyond. I stopped with his line when they noted that after this point it is speculative. I should’ve done this earlier, but I was going to count how many generations back Charlemagne is but I haven’t marked it yet. I’m sure it’s something like 30+ generations. Some of the lines go so far back that it starts to turn into mythology or legends. For example, Raum “the old” Norsson, King of Alfheim (Norway). I was going to try to include more than what I have in this post, but I think I’ve included enough information. At least enough to keep you interested. There is so much to write about, I have to break it down. There’s just no way around it.
My next post on the Morris’ will be on some of the other information I found related to Morris. I will also, at some point, do posts on Charlemagne and the other kings, lords, knights and legends that are supposedly in my tree.
I will leave you with this: Morys ap Richard (Morris Richard) married Margaret Owen. Her father did not like him, they eloped one night in her fathers yard – she climbed down from her bedroom, said “I do” and went back to bed. It came out later that they were married…he had gone on a trip and she learned of the ships fate that she thought he was on. (For some reason he wasn’t on it.) She was a nervous wreck. Morys ap Richard would be my 7th great grandfather.
This will probably be a multi-part series. Not sure how many at this point. This post is about my younger years, up to about 5 years old.
My name is Holly and I was born and raised in Maryland. I grew up in an old farmhouse, built in 1900. My parents were Max and Charlotte (Ningard) Morris. They met in Ocean City, MD in 1968, married in 1969.
That’s my mom with her Chevelle. She sold it in the ’90’s for what she paid for it. It needed major work!
That’s my dad. He just shot a groundhog. I grew up in a hunting and fishing family. I never went hunting with my dad, but I loved to fish. I now wish I had gone hunting with him, but I can’t change the past.
I was born in 1977 and I had one sister. I say “had” because we had a falling out after my dad passed away in 2017. I’m not going into detail about her and what happened, but it was bad. I haven’t talked to her in almost 2 years.
I was ALWAYS outside!! If you couldn’t find me I was probably up a tree. I started climbing shortly after I learned to walk. I also liked to wander, especially if my dad was watching me. I remember a story my mom always told, it was shortly after my sister was born. I was around two years old. It was probably the weekend because my dad was home, I wanted to go outside with him. Mom didn’t want to let me, but dad promised he’d keep an eye on me. Well, a few minutes later mom got a call from the neighbor wanting to know if she (my mom) knew where I was. “She’s outside with her dad” was the reply. Nope! I had wandered up to the farm house. Mom decided to play a joke on dad…at first he thought I’d come back inside. After looking around a bit, mom said something about me wandering into the cornfield…dad got about two or three rows in when mom started laughing. “She’s gone up to Mr. Smith’s.” I’m sure my dad wasn’t too happy, but at the same time relieved.
The house didn’t always look like this! It originally had asbestos siding, and a metal awning over the front door. When we moved, they tore the house down and burned it. They had to take the siding off to do this (more about this in a later post). Many memories were made here.
I loved the beach! The first time my parents took me to the beach – I was about 6 months old – my mom stuck my feet in the water and I cried when she took me out. We went there every year til 1990 or 91 when huricane Bob damaged the camper too much to be used for camping (it is used for storage now). When my mom was pregnant with me, everyone told her to be careful or I’d be born with sand on my feet.
Notice the little green bug
Different images I edited in Photoshop on my phone.
A little information about black eyed Susans:
– Maryland’s state flower
-scientific name: rudbeckia hirta
– Higher class: cone flower
– North American flowering plant in the sunflower family
– native to eastern, central and North America
– upright annual
– about 90 varieties including but not limited to: Indian Summer, Toto, Double Gold
– also known as Gloriosa Daisy
– flowers from June – August
– host plant of Silvery Chestnut Butterfly caterpillar
– important food source/shelter for slugs, rabbits, and deer. Silvery Chestnut Butterfly lays eggs on
– Native Americans used black eyed susans in treatment of cold, flu, snake bites, various infections, swelling, and earache
– seeds are poisonous, juice from the roots can be used to treat earaches, an infusion from the roots can be used to treat minor cuts, swelling, and scrapes, it is a diuretic and can be used to rid the bidy of worms and increase urine flow. No known side affects.The flower petals can make a yellow dye.
– symbolizes encouragement and justice
This and that…some things I’ve done around the house. The shelving unit above, for example. It had been out in the weather for a long time, but it’s still usable. So we worked on it and got it looking good again. There was no way it was going to look like new, but we were able to get it so we could use it. At least for a little while. My dad sanded it, then I spray painted it. I could’ve done the sanding myself, but I figured I’d let him be useful! I’m one of those girls that if told she can’t do something, she will prove you wrong! I’ve always been that way!!
There was a bird’s nest in the flower pots above where my cat is. You can’t see it here, but we put wire (I think it’s called chicken wire) around the two sides to keep the cat out and hopefully snakes. Nothing managed to get to them.
There is really no way to keep wrens from nesting in things – unless you get rid of those things. They’ll nest in just about anything. We have a metal sun hanging above the deck door, the wren managed to make a nest in it. I took the nest out before they were able to lay eggs…and kept on top of it until they gave up.
When the birds decided to leave the nest, I was sitting in the chair in front if the shelving unit. I wish I had a video, but I don’t! Anyway, one of them landed in my head! I had no idea what was on my head, but I freaked out a little. Being a country girl, it didn’t scare me that bad…just a little.
Anyway, we had baby birds hopping around for an hour or so, then they were gone!
This mint garden had a lot of weeds in it. I dug it out, put a trench in and filled it in with the stone then put the mint back. Later I realized that we had a snake going in under the sidewalk so I had to fill it in. It took a lot of work, but hard work never hurt me. I actually enjoy it. I feel better if I’m able to do something like this.
We have a big pile of stone my dad brought from the house I grew up in. The house was built in 1900, had a summer kitchen, smoke house, as well as other outbuildings. My dad took the stone from the summer kitchen chimney. We now use it for walk ways, garden walls, fire pit…pretty much whatever we want. We still have a good bit left.
It really wasn’t that hard to do. Probably took me two days to get it done – only working in the morning and/or evenings. My boyfriend, I think, finally realizes that I need to work around the house…more than just planting flowers. It’s as good for me as it is for him. I enjoy the hard work, keeps me active. As good as – if not better – than going to the gym. I’m not the type of girl that does housework all day long. I need more than that.
What can I really say about house plants? I have WAY too many! Ivy, spider plants, snake plants, peace lilies, sun stars, Christmas cactus, some kind if succulents, and some other plant I have no idea what it is. They keep having babies and I can’t just let them die!!
The plant in the top right (above) is what I really don’t know what it is. My mom had it ever since I can remember, it has had babies! I’ve got over 60 plants, I water them every week except in the summer when I put them outside (they’ll be going out soon).
I get my green thumb from my mom! She had plants ever since I can remember, never as much as I have now, but they’ve always been around. My dad had a green thumb as well!
Some of these plants came from my grandmother as well. The ivy came from her place when we moved her into a nursing home. The succulents and peace lily we got when she passed away – someone sent us a potted plant that had peace lily, succulents, and ivy in it. It was very pretty…eventually I had to transplant them and put them in separate pots. The succulents keep having babies…
I love life, I guess that’s why I do so well with them. Animals too, but I’m not writing about animals. The ivy in the strawberry planter above is probably my favorite. I found it (the planter) a couple years ago under a bunch of junk. It had a huge crack in it – I glued it and is as good as new! When I put the ivy in it, it was just a tiny thing! You can see how big it as gotten!!
The snake plant in this picture is my favorite of the snake plants! It’s huge!!! It is said that it is one of the best to have in the house, it does a really good job cleaning the air.
Peace lily…I originally had this in a big pot. I decided to seperate it! I was hoping only two pots, but I ended up with three. While I was putting aquarium rock in this pot, a piece broke off! I finished up and then glued it back together. I used gorilla glue and rope…good as new! Now I just need to paint it.
I put aquarium rock in my pots with plants. You can buy rock at any garden center, but it’s cheaper to buy aquarium rock. I also get little bags of different size rock/gravel at the dollar store – just to spruce things up a little. Mix it in with aquarium rock, gives it a little texture.
Spider plants, snake plants, ivy and Christmas cactus
Spider plants are interesting little plants. They produce babies from long stems that hang down from the main plant and prefer to hang, but will be happy sitting on a high shelf, as long as the babies have a way to hang down. The babies can be taken off and planted. That’s how I got so many of them. They usually came off when I’m moving them outdoors or back in.
Cats like to eat them. Usually is harmless for cats, it’s like heroin for cats. It can make them sick if they eat too much, but they (the cat) is usually ok. It’s probably best to try to keep the cat away from the plant, but (in my experience) the cat will probably find a way to get to it. My cat has learned – for the most part – not to eat too much. I have the most problems with him when I first bring the plants back inside for the winter.
I usually have good luck with the plants. Some of them I have killed. I had an aloe that I over watered and somehow I managed to kill African violets that my mom had and we got from my grandmother. For the most part, my plants are happy.
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