I discovered this polka dot plant seedling growing amid my Christmas cactus. I'm scratching my head over this, as I've never managed to keep a polka dot plant alive for any length of time and it's been more than a year since my last attempt to grow one. Is there such a thing as plant hanky panky?
Fear not (I know you were), I do have somewhat of a green thumb. I have an ivy plant that I started from a cutting when I was nine. The cutting came from my Brownie leader who was determined to see me obtain the requisite number of badges before I became a girl guide. And yes, my plant is 35 years old, for those of you doing some quick math in your head.
While writing the date at work, I realized that today marked the twentieth anniversary since my paternal grandmother passed away. We were thick as thieves, she and I. She taught me more than she realized, lessons and anecdotes and so much love that I carry with me still and always will.
Last weekend, I made the brownie recipe that Nancy from A Rural Journal posted last week. It is now my go to brownie recipe. The Artist, who is by no means a chocolate fan, suggested I make it again. Soon. I think some homemade vanilla ice cream would make a nice side. Dessert should always have a side, wouldn't you agree?
I commented on how loud the spring peepers were tonight when I could hear them so clearly from inside the house. Turns out it was the septic alarm and Sergeant Artist has enforced a strict water ban until he determines the problem and rectifies such tomorrow. Hopefully. One part of country living that this former city slicker has not adjusted to....yet.