I bought a plant today.
I didn’t mean to. I went to the grocery store to buy spring mix salad (they didn’t have it) and Colavita Olive Oil (they had it) and a tupperware so I can take said salad to work and continue my diet reawakening.
And as I passed the long rows of cheap, surplus oranges and apples, the burst of pink and yellow Easter flower arrangements for sale caught my eye.
I didn’t bother. I don’t own a vase. And flowers in my house wouldn’t last very long and I’d never be home to enjoy them (flowers at work would just seem ostentatious).
But behind the display, sat a sad little bookshelf covered in green things. Unremarkable, potted, green things. I didn’t even know what kind they were.
On the left hand side, waiting quietly with a singed leaf, sat my plant.
It was love at first sight.
Seriously. I feel some kinda way about my little plant. She makes my heart feel big. And I know if I feel this strongly about a plant, then if I ever have children, woe on that which threatens them!
I haven’t decided what to name her yet.