I just wanted to keep some of my thoughts about plants somewhere. Maybe a single post just to start on a big rant I have deep in my heart. Mostly because I love plants.
continue reading Something about plants
They are one of those things that you don't think about too much, but notice when they're gone.
I honestly didn't notice how many plants my life always had until moved and there were none.
My grandma had forget-me-nots and a big tree with a swing. I used to pass plenty of days at her house, and I used to sit in the backyard playing surrounded by beautiful bushes and pots and planted things. It was wonderful.
I miss when her house looked like that. I understand why they changed it. But there's always something nostalgic about forget-me-nots now. I look at them and I think of my grandma. About her walls covered in crawling vines. About hours in that swing. The flowers instructed me well.
My other grandma had herbs in her yard. So many of them. My family always used them for drinks. She still has many plants, but we don't take herbs from her yard anymore.
And then there's my grandaunt house. When used to have a tree where I played store. Sold stuff that hung from it's small dry branches.
She also had bushes and fruit trees and flowers and so much space. I used to pass hours decorating sand cakes with all kinds of little fruits, flowers and leaves. I used to play in the grass and watch chicken.
Now I can't. The space is not big enough. But that's fair. Things happened. She doesn't need so much anymore. But the plants are still around. A couple of trees, hundreds of pots with different plants in them. The bushes. I'll forever remember those bushes. I'll forever remember the hours decorating with their fruits.
My dad's sister lives in a house with so many fruit trees. Roses and flowers at the top of a hill.
My great grandma had citrus plants all over her yard. We harvested them often. She had grape vines giving her shade besides her house. She taught me how to tenderize a lemon so it would give more juice.
There's also the house of a family friend. The yard was HUGE. Full of trees. It looked magical. I liked being close to the house. There was a weird plant there, with beautiful transparent fruits. Non edible. They were the size of my finger pads and I liked to squish them until their little seed popped out. I had to much fun squishing things back then. Maybe I still would enjoy that if I could find that plant again.
I can't keep talking about plants and pretend my parents didn't do anything. They were my biggest connection with them. They still are if I'm being honest.
Both of them work with them. Seeing if they are sick and fixing them. We went to the countryside a lot because of this. I looked at all kinds of crops. It was awesome.
In my old house I remember tall bushes covered in flowers and trees with colorful leaves. We even had a peach tree that gave green peaches that were always eaten by worms so we couldn't harvest them. My mom sent me to cut roses every now and then and it was always itchy.
Then we moved, and we had a big tree behind the house, and one on front. The one in the front went first. It was in the way of a wall they were making. Afterwards my dad planted sunflowers once. Then my mom planted bushes and palm trees. She kept adding pots and bushes and cacti and so much more. I go outside and I smell flowers in spring.
The tree in the back went recently. It was too tall and too dangerous. I still miss it. But it's not that big of a deal. My mom has three new trees in it's place. We also have a lemon tree. It used to be so small. The whole backyard is green and beautiful.
Maybe that's why when I moved I bought a couple succulents and sat them on my window. Maybe that's why I drew and painted leaves and flowers for my college projects.
I think plants are wonderful.
