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Monday, April 4, 2011


Meet Spike.


When you live in a downtown highrise you find yourself craving things green because you're so removed from nature. I bought this plant about a year ago and told Carol to make sure she watered him whenever I was gone.

One time, I was absent for nearly an entire month, hosting friends in our Florida house and attending author events in different places. When I got home, there was Spike, all healthy and green and looking great.

"Great job of taking care of Spike," I said. "He looks great!"

"I didn't," she said.

"Didn't what?"

"Didn't water him."

"Not even once?"

"No."

"For a month?"

I reached into the pot and felt the soil, hard and crusty. Like something freeze-dried.

"Wow,"I said. "This guy's amazing."

Truly, there was nary a dried edge of leaf on Spike. He looked like an expensive, artificial plant. Perhaps I had his gender wrong. He's obviously as resilient as a Southern woman.

Spikeena? Ideas for names, anyone?



3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Spikette O'Hara.
(And she'll never be thirsty again!)

April 4, 2011 at 2:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

P.S.: As gawd is her witness . . .

April 4, 2011 at 3:26 PM  
Blogger Chris said...

Spite, as in "I'm going to grow and look great in spite of you not watering me for a month!" That can also go along with certain Southern female personality traits... ;)

April 7, 2011 at 6:01 PM  

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