The month of snow and strong winds sweeps in my feelings of guilt towards all plants I have neglected and mistreated during the past year. My house plants suffer most during the summer months when I give all my attention to their outside cousins. Trailing basket greenery is left too close to sunlit windows and withered brown leaves appear. Last summer the blazing hot rays melted the plastic container of a Christmas cactus. Clumps of brown stems dropped like burn flesh onto my living room floor. I tried to revive it by moving it outside to a shady spot and soaked it with jets of cold water with the garden hose. But the damage was done, rotting stems continued to fall.
My English Ivy, a luxuriant green, turned to dried greyish twigs. In trying to please my outside plants I had neglected my loyal interior friends. To atone for my negligence I adopted a new Ivy, two actually, one green and the other variegated, and placed them in a new pot. I promised them to be there for them.
I took pictures like most parents do with their new babies and placed the pot beside the others. A surprise when I viewed the pictures later. The other plants had welcomed the new one. A misty green haze of plant spirit circled the new arrival.