Thank Goodness for the Philodendron

When we moved into our house my mother-in-law gave me this beautiful philodendron plant. She didn't have space for it. I was hesitant to take it at the time--not only do I not have a green thumb, it seems I've been cursed with a black one. Most... dare I say all plants which come under my care are doomed. All except this wonderfully gracious and forgiving philodendron. I remember someone telling me at the time that it is almost impossible to kill one. Something like, "Just give it a little water every once in awhile and it will be fine. They're pretty hearty." Thankfully, this has proven to be true which deepens my appreciation for the plant itself, almost giving me a relationship with it. For me, it has come to symbolize everything in my life that does not get the deserved attention and still survives. Things like the shower walls and the ironing.... and my blog, of course. The job of homemaking leaves plenty of room to feel guilty and overwhelmed. I think I'm better off realizing that some things are going to be okay if they're put off until tomorrow, or many tomorrows, or until my kids are grown up. (Hopefully I'll scrub out my shower at least a few times between now and then.) Anyway, that's what I think of when I look at this plant. Then I remember that I should probably water it.

Head Shoulders Knees and Toes

I've tried to post this cute video of Monica several times but have only just succeeded due to some spotty internet and other technical difficulties. Anyway, this is from our family reunion this last July. Hope you enjoy our cute Monica.