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You May Call Her Magi

I was disappointed when I saw the plant she had chosen.
I have tried to raise these, and failed many times.
A philodendron, I said, pretending enthusiasm.
They like a dark place, not much sun, she told me.

I read up on them this time. They do not like their feet wet.
Okay. They like moist soil, not damp. I tried for three or four days.
Then I forgot she existed for a week. Her leaves turned yellow.
They dropped on the floor.

I picked them up and felt guilty. 
Why a philodendron, I wondered?
This time I decided to name her.
I began to sing to her, I touched her gently daily.

She began whispering ideas to me.
They were good ones too.
Pretty soon she was lengthening herself up the wall.
Is that a philodendron? People asked, Amazed.
I said you may call her Magi.

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L Milton Hankins Date: 4/3/2022 10:14:00 AM I understand completely! My philodendron, on a table in my living room, is taking over. I wrap it around the pot, I've given pieces to friends, and she keeps on growing. Of course, I talk to all of my plants. I have about seven houseplants in my living room. I love them. They are my friends. I haven't named them, but I might. The secret to having healthy plants is to let them tell you when they need a drink. They will. Don't overwater! Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/3/2022 6:46:00 PM I almost never grow inside plants but this one is thriving