Special Plants
The water pooled on the thirsty ground; as if the arid dirt took it's time soaking up every drop. It was only overspill from bathing my spoiled fern. Domesticated plants come first. They dwell in the warm, fertile, specially bought soil, while you wild plants are on your own. My Ivey looks condescendingly upon the others, as if to say, "it's been a hot day hasn't it? Glad I live in a pot on not in the brittle dry ground!" My monkey grass have large rings of moisture under their pots. After all, it has been a hot several days. My trees give a look of disapproval as I manicure the pampered leaves. And I walk into my cool cave, proud of my special plants.
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