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My mother could well be an earth goddess judging from the amount of vegetable life that prospers on her balcony, my grandmother's flowers bloom extravagantly as soon as she looks at them, but these gifts lie dormant in my genes and I am the Anti-Gardener.

As a rule of thumb I'm clueless as to how to have potted things Survive, but the exception to this are my kitchen plants, which are grateful lovely green things who due to pressures of natural selection appeared to have evolved to the point where they need no nurture whatsoever.

On the other hand my boss's plants [which I am have been placed in charge of watering despite my objections that I'm not so much green-fingered as black-fingered with plant death] are a perverse and needy species which are wilting in her absence despite my dutifully going over after work to water them every other day.

The most capricious of all is the bonsai, which is dead. And I think when my boss comes back so will I be.

And while I am pondering what may well be the last of my days on earth, to distract myself from undue gloom I think of fondness of my old dog and the many loveable quirks in his character.

We all respond differently to challenge and to danger and Jimmy's approach tended to be to throw himself against adversity, regardless of whether they were Ennemy Dogs or Forces of Nature. Such as storms for instance. I remember that he objected to storms as ferociously as he objected to postmen.

And in our summer house while gales rattled tree, or lightning split the sky he'd be a lone little figure, standing on the balcony getting soaked to the skin and barking furiously at the thunder, at the wind.


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Aug. 17th, 2005 04:10 pm (UTC)
I do sometimes wonder how certain plants survived before gardeners evolved.
Aug. 17th, 2005 06:08 pm (UTC)
Where the wild things grow...
My mom could only raise a cactus that thrives from neglect. Me, I spit watermelon seeds into a rock pile and three weeks later we have watermelons. I throw an avacodo seed out the back door, next season we have small avacodos. In the front yard I grew cacti, 6 meters away in the back yard I grew 15 foot bananna trees, with bannanas.

I can't grow tame things though, anything in a pot. My best ever was an ivy I grew in my bathroom that eventually took over an entire wall, mirror and all.

I can only plant-parent the wild things.
Aug. 17th, 2005 10:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Where the wild things grow...
I only ever tried to grow cress seeds in cotton wool at school, like everyone else in my class. After that, I've just watched other people and was more interested in a plant's latin name or where it might have originated.
But wow! To have these powers, á la jack and the beanstalk - throw a few unwanted seeds behind you and take cover as the ground rumbles and a 50 foot strapping tree bulging with ripe fruit thrusts forth! (Well that's my version)
I think you would be on lots of people's most wanted list. There's a few 3rd world countries we could donate you to, to ensure successful crops. You'd be a deity!
Aug. 18th, 2005 01:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Where the wild things grow...
Anytime I can deify myself it's right on!!
As long as it's not one of those crazy religions with weird restrictive sex rule.
Aug. 18th, 2005 02:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Where the wild things grow...
You could form a pantheon with me and my knack for summoning rainfall. :)
Aug. 18th, 2005 11:08 pm (UTC)
although abstinence in one domain could increase fertility in another...
Aug. 18th, 2005 11:05 pm (UTC)

I love that dog with his angry little soul.
Aug. 19th, 2005 03:35 pm (UTC)
yes, me too.

I've been trying to work out for years whether he was in spirit an Aries or a Scorpio.
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