A couple weeks ago I decided I wanted to try and keep an orchid. I went to Portland Nursery with the intent to support local business. I looked at what they had. The selection was limited and the flowers didn't impress me. I overheard a clerk telling another customer that they could get easier orchids at Fred Meyer (the PNW's version of Ralphs and Kroger). So I took my eavesdropping information and went to the grocery store and bought three orchids for the price of one.
They were already in bloom and everything. I really didn't have to buy more than one, but sometimes when I get into a thing, I really get into a thing. Just ask the crows...
Anyhow, now I have three orchid plants that get three one-ounce servings of water three times a week.
I also have a few air plants. I love holding them. I think they cause an oxytocin release. They definitely like reiki.
I've never been much of a gardener and I don't even have a space for a garden, but having plants in my apartment is therapeutic. At least while I I'm keeping them alive. Having plants die in my apartment is not therapeutic, and may even cause me to seek therapy from a professional. I have one spade leaf plant that has managed to stay alive for four years and has moved with me from home to business and home again multiple times. It asked not to have its picture shared on the internet, though. So instead I'll share this slowly decaying rose, which to me looks cool, but to you might look like a wadded up dirty cloth diaper.
Story of my life.
This concludes my entry to the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
