My mother gave me star plant for Mother's Day a few years ago despite the fact I notoriously kill plants, especially houseplants. Nate has kept it alive, but it had gotten much bigger and became root bound in the pot. I split it into two pots:
I got a corn plant (Dracaena) from a Freecyler who rescued the the plant from the dumpster a year ago and rooted this clipping. Talk about reduce, reuse, recycle! (I've had a stack of vintage linens in storage forever and finally figured I would cover the ugly plastic craft trolleys in the corner of what was the house's dining room, but is now a den-like extension of our living room. So, voila!, instant side table. I have to add a lamp after I rewire it and also add a framed picture.)
This is my second attempt at lucky bamboo--yes, I killed bamboo. Told ya: Black Thumb Syndrome. I got three stalks because, as I learned in yoga, three is an auspicious number.
This is Zeke (13 years old in a month and still going strong!) and my new peace lily from Lowe's ($10) in front of my fireplace and my Buddha and goddesses corner. I got the peace lily because, like all of the other plants I have, it is an air purifying plant and because I like the name. Oh yeah, and it's pretty, no?
And a blue jay died in my yard after my tree was clipped by a trucker driving like a freaking maniac. I though I had nursed him enough when he finally flew away, but two days later Nate found him dead in our yard. I plucked a few of his beautiful feathers to add to my mantel "altar" which includes many interesting items, incuding two glow-in-the-dark Marys, a picture of a fractal, a shiva lingham, a small Kwan Yin, the card Nate gave me when I was pregnant with Holden which I framed and used as a focal point as I labored, a big hunk of rose quartz and many other weird goodies.
As you can tell from a few of the pictures, I am a collector of collections. The Haeger matte green speckled pottery in a few pics was one of my first obsessions--I have tons more throughout the house.
