A greenman.
Dec. 28th, 2007 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I constantly think that I'm killing my plants.
It doesn't help at all that one of them is exceptionally dramatic. It seems to be completely shrivelled and dead. I water it. It is content and upright within the hour. Days later, it faints again. I move it closer to the window. It rises and preens. The next day it feels too close to the heat and coughs like a prissy aristocrat. Ignored, it huffs and flops down in its pot. I move it a few feet away. It looks at me as if disappointed and gestures towards the sewing table. I set it down. It starts to sit up but in doing so realises that it would much rather be three inches to the left. It pretends to plunge a dagger into its pink and green heart. I yawn and readjust it. It stands and performs a waltz before demanding to be watered again. It's a terrible plant, and, unfortunately, it's theatrics have succeeded: I adore it.
However, with some regularity I despair upon finding too many brown leaves, a withered stalk. And every time I'm utterly astonished to find a shock of green, four inches of new growth gathering at the centre in clumps.
I was born and raised in cities (heaven be praised!) so sometimes I forget that these metaphors of life and death have their tenors.
It doesn't help at all that one of them is exceptionally dramatic. It seems to be completely shrivelled and dead. I water it. It is content and upright within the hour. Days later, it faints again. I move it closer to the window. It rises and preens. The next day it feels too close to the heat and coughs like a prissy aristocrat. Ignored, it huffs and flops down in its pot. I move it a few feet away. It looks at me as if disappointed and gestures towards the sewing table. I set it down. It starts to sit up but in doing so realises that it would much rather be three inches to the left. It pretends to plunge a dagger into its pink and green heart. I yawn and readjust it. It stands and performs a waltz before demanding to be watered again. It's a terrible plant, and, unfortunately, it's theatrics have succeeded: I adore it.
However, with some regularity I despair upon finding too many brown leaves, a withered stalk. And every time I'm utterly astonished to find a shock of green, four inches of new growth gathering at the centre in clumps.
I was born and raised in cities (heaven be praised!) so sometimes I forget that these metaphors of life and death have their tenors.
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