some things are not hereditary

my great aunt was wonderful at nurturing.
she was especially expert in the caring of houseplants
and dedicated an entire sunroom filled ceiling to floor
to the lively, oxygen giving, life.
to stand in the middle of that room
was the equivalent of being folded into the arms
of mother earth herself.

it is with this memory that i've set a new goal for myself:
to successfully keep one, single, solitary houseplant alive.

"i will not give up"

"i will not give up"

"i will not give up"

"this is not a reflection on me as a mother"

"this is not a reflection on me as a mother"

. . .