#proud plant mom

[gewoehnlicherstalker]

Ich bin einfach so stolz auf mich, dass ich meine Lieblingspflanze am Leben halte und sie wächst so gut 🥹

[naturallybelle]

my daughter planted some broccoli (on the left) last month and it’s doing amazing, she did it all by herself too so seeing the progress is always something i look forward to. we also planted some watermelon together a few weeks ago!

[awolgina]

big elephant in my living room check it out! boomer learning to grow ser...

thanks to Diane, hero & friend, I got everything moved today. 💪😁 woke up full of energy for 1st time in months & boy did we take advantage of my sudden superhero like power to lift recliners, & move couches, so hard i may have knocked Diane down once oops 😬 😅 got everything away from radiator, living room moved around to accommodate the elephant 🐘 in my living room now.

[uwudonoodle]

I got this baby cactus as a birthday gift to myself 3 years ago. I named her Posey.

Today Posey bloomed 3 flowers, and has 2 more on the way. I'm so proud of my baby.

[desertangels70s]

[the--chaos]

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[curiosity-killed]

7 and 30!

7. what scares you the most and why?

lol well the Anxieties™ would say failure but that's boring so: I am paralyzingly afraid of heights! It is almost 100% a subconscious physical reaction which makes it really funny sometimes because my whole body just! locks up! and won't move!! and i'm like "this is so dumb I KNOW i am fine" but my body's like "DANGER RED ALERT DON'T MOVE THE CLIFF CAN'T SEE YOU IF YOU DON'T MOVE"

both of the best occurrences of this happened at Arches Nat'l Park with my fam where I:

hiked to Delicate Arch, stood out in the photo spot, came back to the bowl and had a snack/water break and then, when we were ready to head back down....had to take off my shoes and crab walk barefoot until my body decided it was fine actually

same day, we went to Double Arch. Double Arch, as you may note, is not actually very high! I saw a great photo opp, darted forward with 0 thought (as you do), got two (2) feet off the ground. And Froze. spread eagle on this wall. Two (2) feet off the ground. 24 inches. My sister saw me, clocked what had happened, and both of started laughing hysterically while a poor woman beside us watched in mild horror

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

seeing my plants grow!! it's silly but I really do make myself take little walks around my apartment when I'm stressed and just Behold the Abundance!!! it works!

fun questions :3

[annieshowell]

you guys don't understand how much i love decorating teenagers' rooms

[f-ngrl]

i didn't wanna re-pot my monstera bc i know once it outgrows this new pot i'll have to give it away bc there's no room in the house 🥲 but it really was time lol the roots. i also had to cut off the aerial roots bc i didn't know where they should go in the new pot, it hurts a little, they were part of it 😭

[fire-gift]

My tomato plants are growing!!! 2 days ago i got excited because a baby twig was born and today i got like 16 already 😭

[hajima-7]

AUEHFDSG my mom's ponytail palm is bouncing back!!

i brought it over to my apartment a while ago, she was almost completely bald...

but ponytail palms like this fking corner for some reason..like, the roof window is close but theyre not in direct light which is cool...but they also stay on top of a cupboard...super close to the roof...idk its such a random place and yet i already managed to bring one back to life before this one....

anyway, seeing her new growth rly made my day sdjghsd <3

[cascadianights]

How is it

That even in the midst of fire and smoke

I can't stop thinking how the smell of sweetgrass on the breeze reminded me of you

Even when it'd been years since I'd last seen your face.

I can't stop thinking about your warm hands taking mine, teasing out the cold while we lay under the stars.

That was the night I realized how quickly the constellations dance across the sky, Milky Way disappearing behind the distant mountains while I tell you the story of the Pleiades.

I can't stop thinking of the sunsets, and the waves crashing against the rocks. The drives to the edge of town, the late night walks on quiet streets.

But

The other day I didn't hear from you until after you were supposed to be at my place, seeing my garden for the first time in a summer spent among your haunts.

You apologized, instead of doubling down. But. You also didn't show up. You offered to make it up to me, with yet another step into your world. Something I wanted for so long that my hesitation now, as I frown at the field of flowers you have yet to know of me, feels like betrayal.

Campfire smoke wreathed with the smell of your body wash, the feeling of lying on your chest and of kissing your fingers and of you behind me with hands on my hips and mouth on my neck.

The night you didn't show, the sky hummed with heat lightning and far-off thunder as a summer storm blew in from the coast. Rain and fire beat down upon the hills around the valley.

When I woke, the sky was grey again and the sun red. I picked blueberries while old women talked about their daughters sleeping in barns and friends returning to find homes turned to ash.

I think about nights spent over cold meals, waiting for you to show. A Thanksgiving spent alone, watching the sun rise and sink into the hills and waiting for you to call. The fury and insecurity and desperate want to be chosen.

To be enough, without being too much. To communicate clearly enough that it could change your actions. To make you understand. To hear you say you loved me, just once.

The mountains where we used to watch the stars burned this year. The valley is on fire, as is much of southern Canada. The streets in the desert ran with water as a hurricane filled Death Valley.

This is the hottest summer on record, a dozen days over 100. The coldest summer of the rest of my life. "The fires happen every year now, you may as well get used to it."

Is it true that the opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference? They say people never change, even though the entire history of our species has been just that. But cycles repeat, and the earth below my feet is split and cracked and bleeding.

I used to wonder if I was only drawn to you because of the conflict, the tectonic push and pull. But all that came later, when we chose to stop seeing one another. It was addicting, but I'd fallen for the soft look in your eyes and your crooked smile long before that.

I thought it would be so difficult to be around you again, but it's as easy as breathing - only difficult when the haze of uncertainty creeps in, offers to spend time followed by an out or a quick "only if you want to." Only difficult when the time and will slip from you, and the ghost of that 21 year old wracked with pain returns.

We dance around it, but talk all night. We are careful that a touch never lingers, but then you call me at 3am when the rest of the world exhausts you. When I stay over I sleep on the couch, but I stay over often, and my heart twists and turns in my chest when you sing in the morning and in the shower.

It's odd to know someone so intimately and think you may never see them again. The childhood scars, the stories, the way you still feel like you could've made a better impression on their grandmother.

The names of cousins and best friends, god kids and figures around town - who's gone who's in jail, who's doing well who still needs to get their shit together. Their first love. Their favorite places.

We spent 5 years apart before we could talk. I don't want to spend another 5 regretting. I want a future with you, and I'm terrified of a mistep that launches us back into pain and prevents that. I want you, but I don't want my heart broken again.

Ash on the curling leaves, on the bursting blackberries, on the windshield driving to you. Smoke and sage and sweetgrass on the air. The taste of berries and apples sweetened with honey and the ghost of your lips on mine. Sweet and sticky and aching with something undefinable.

[lovely-ashes09]

[meaniezucchini]

this is basically just gonna be a blog for me and like a couple friends who check my social media from time to time, so beware, there will be lots of photos of my garden plants and complaining about college lmao

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[bunnyb34r]

I must have looked really dead inside yesterday when I was out watering bc several drivers looked at me like 🤨 when driving by sggdgdgdgd like I could feel it

To be honest I was just really warm and sweating while i tried to hurry the hell up and finish so I could go eat dinner 😅