Bamboo Therapy
A fairly long time ago in a galaxy not at all far away I got engaged to be married. Getting engaged was fun and filled with promise. Some friends of ours held an engagement party for us and at said party my dear friends Amanda and Jeremy gave us a Bamboo plant. It’s the one and only gift that I remember getting from that event and the one that meant the most. Probably because Amanda told me that “it’s supposed to bring you good luck,” and I for one don’t want to mess with a force like bamboo.
So I nurtured that little plant as I planned my wedding, and it flourished after the big day had come and gone, and by the time we were moving apart and splitting up it was thriving.
September 2007
My bamboo plant was one of the first things I took to my new apartment. I swore to myself that it would live on even if my marriage did not! Well a year and a half later and an apartment that isn’t conducive to keeping items out of two little cats’ reach, my bamboo is….what’s the right word….ill, sparse, decrepit, desperate?
Sad Bamboo... 4/23/09
So now it’s been moved to my office, where it will live with the only other plant I’ve managed to pull back from the grave time and time again.
I call him "Spidey"
After a little trim and little verbal love (I’m not joking), I think it’s already looking better.
Feeling a bit better the next day.
I suppose you could call my bamboo a metaphor for my heart, but that’s much too serious for a Friday morning.
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Aww the poor bamboo! I don’t think I realized how much you liked that plant, that makes me feel good.
It is already looking better and I’m sure with your TLC it’s going to thrive again. I have a hard time keeping the cats away from my plants too. Jeremy got me some roses the other day and the stupid cats are eating the petals. Assholes.