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A Fibonacci Sequence.
Mar. 18th, 2007 10:13 amI'm more than a little bit infatuated with aloe plants. As a child, learning to heal small burns with a plant helped a good deal when the savages and the gypsies never bothered to kidnap me and teach me their ways.
The aloe plant that lives with me just now is one that I found in the trash. It was brown and sick and on top of a chair that I was taking, and in a perfectly reasonable pot, so I planned to carry the whole lot home and discard of the dead thing there. I watered it once, just in case, and the whole thing sprung back to life. We've been friends since. It is a whole mess of separate little plants, it seems. It's all very bushy and spindly and a pale, glowing green.
Last night I was at my mum's house for our Saint Patrick's day traditions, the slaughtering of the pig and the ruining of the Irish coffee and what have you. I was investigating her plants, as this time of year I'm able to think of little else besides green things, and I found the most magnificent aloe I'd ever seen. It seemed to be all one big, thick stalk, and maybe four others, each increasingly smaller and slowly circling inwards, like a partially opened fan. It was a deep, growling green. It was almost prehistoric. And, I was informed, it was my plant, Seamus! I got it when I first went away to college, but my roommate pummeled it so often with the curtains that I feared for its life. It used to be a tiny thing. I'm so proud. When I have more windows, one day, I'll steal him away.
The aloe plant that lives with me just now is one that I found in the trash. It was brown and sick and on top of a chair that I was taking, and in a perfectly reasonable pot, so I planned to carry the whole lot home and discard of the dead thing there. I watered it once, just in case, and the whole thing sprung back to life. We've been friends since. It is a whole mess of separate little plants, it seems. It's all very bushy and spindly and a pale, glowing green.
Last night I was at my mum's house for our Saint Patrick's day traditions, the slaughtering of the pig and the ruining of the Irish coffee and what have you. I was investigating her plants, as this time of year I'm able to think of little else besides green things, and I found the most magnificent aloe I'd ever seen. It seemed to be all one big, thick stalk, and maybe four others, each increasingly smaller and slowly circling inwards, like a partially opened fan. It was a deep, growling green. It was almost prehistoric. And, I was informed, it was my plant, Seamus! I got it when I first went away to college, but my roommate pummeled it so often with the curtains that I feared for its life. It used to be a tiny thing. I'm so proud. When I have more windows, one day, I'll steal him away.
