I was walking to the parking garage after work yesterday, carrying two small jars with some plant cuttings in them. One of my friends gave them to me after noticing how well my office plants are doing – she suggested that these might root quickly. I am, however, out of space on my window ledge so decided to bring them home to put under my grow lights for a bit. (I intend to shuffle some work plants to home, re-home a few to friends, etc., but am waiting for the weather to be warmer.
As I was walking, I had an overwhelming feeling like when I was a little kid – carrying a tiny plant in a tiny jar – and it made me smile and cry at the same time. I don’t know how to better explain that. It was weird and nice.
Related, nearly every plant I have in my possession at this point is budding, blooming, growing new shoots, or otherwise thriving. Even my Christmas Cactus is full of new buds which is wild, given how recently she finished her winter bloom. Honestly, I’m not sure how my indoor plants, under lights and temperature controlled, know that it’s spring.. but it’s pretty great. (I realize that I have just jinxed that.)