Once there was a houseplant that lived in my childhood home. I am not sure when it arrived or from where it came, but I just always remember it being there. When I went away to college and got my first apartment somehow it ended up with me. I don't remember the circumstances of that either. . .perhaps my mom was just ready for a change. Anyway, fast forward a few years and you would find that same houseplant stuffed into the back seat of my car as I followed my husband of ten days on a trek across the US on our way to start our new life together in sunny Southern California. My houseplant soon became a patio plant due to it's enormous size (and the fact that it could live outside year round where we were). It followed us to each of the places we called home during our 11 years there. While looking for pictures today I found it's leaves as the backdrop for many of our life events. . .the remodeling of our first home, pregnancy pictures from when Morgan lived in my tummy, birthday parties on the patio, visits with family, beloved pets now gone. . . it was also there to witness the removal of Andrew's comb-over/mullet when he was two months old. . .
The houseplant that was a piece of my past became a part of my present. . .
A steward of my memories.
When we started packing up (now two summers ago) to head back East we soon realized that our houseplant. . which was now a small tree. . .was too large to make the initial trip. The husband promised to get it onto his trailer when he made the final trek out in the fall. Unfortunately, his move took place later than we had hoped and we realized that the trip through the cold would probably kill our faithful friend. What some of you might not know is that my husband has a green thumb the size of Texas. . . tucked safely beside him in the front seat of his truck was a little box that contained four little pots each with a cutting from our plant. During the winter and spring and summer at my mom's in WV we watched as each of the cuttings died leaf by leaf. . .all but one. . . Every day we inspected it, checked it for water, called to each other to "come look!" when we saw a new leaf sprouting. . . .
It now sits on our kitchen table here in KY while we wait patiently to move to our new farm. A plant from my childhood. A piece of home I took with me to California. A promise of a new start.
It's not really JUST a houseplant, now is it?