Some people feel drawn towards saving cats; others, dogs. Me? Plants. Over the last couple of years, I have developed an urge for adopting plants and giving them a good home. (No, seriously. Plants.)
I really don’t even know what it is about plants, except that I find them soothing. It’s very curious, since I’m not a huge fan of being outside (having very fair skin makes spending time outside a bit daunting; five minutes in the summer sun makes for quick burns). I think another part of it, at least for this year, can be attributed to the very (very!) long winter we’ve had.
Because the weather is just too unpredictable to start outdoor planting, I decided to bring in some new houseplants. Andrew was with me last week when I selected the first of three; he was quite puzzled to learn that I wanted to give it a name. I tried to explain that I think a plant will live longer if we name it, but I’m not certain that I convinced him. He agreed anyway, and we brought home Harold.