Harry Potter and the Spider Plant Babies

Erik and I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night. I thought it was good. Except for the part about Dumbledore – but I won’t spoil it for you. It’s been so long since I read the book that I forgot everything. It was all news to me. My memory is stinky like that. I think they maybe played up the teenage angst-ridden romance a bit too much. Many events probably occurred other than the hormonal teen longing they portrayed. But I’m hard pressed to list that stuff off because my brain betrays me.

Unfortunately, I went to the theater without having dinner and ended up eating a hot dog, a bag of Twizzlers, and popcorn. Too much junk food! I sure can put away the candy! It’s a rare occurrence to go to the theater because of the constant migraines, so I will just call it a good night out and not worry too much about my waistline. Enough said.


When we got home, Erik started work on planting some of the literally hundreds of spider plant babies from the plants in the living room. They had begun to take over like Tribbles. He could hardly get to the plants to water them! I think his plans are to set up a table in the front yard and sell the babies. “Sell the babies”… that doesn’t sound good. I think people get in trouble for doing things like that.

It’s All Green, Baby

Spring is springing here in lovely Rochester and where I am in Irondequoit. The trees have filled back up with leaves. Hostas are sprouting. Lilacs are blooming!

Plants are making their way up in my flowerbed in the backyard. This is our first spring in our first house so I have no idea what is “plant” and what is “weed” just yet. I’m letting it grow wild until I figure it out. Never really had anywhere to do any weeding or planting so I’m actually looking forward to getting dirty out there. Mr. M says his duty is the grass and I should tend to the other plants outside. Fair deal.

Mr. M bought me the tomato plants I asked for. And he got me surprise strawberry plants. I must find a way to keep the voracious and abundant squirrels here away from them so I get to eat the fruits of my labor.

The raspberries I told you about last year are also coming up. There are more plants this year on our side of the fence! Yay!! Our neighbor who owns the plants has Crohn’s so he cannot eat them anyway due to the little seeds. The berries won’t be out until July I think.

I adore this time of year here. Life is retuning to abundance instead of cold scarcity. My soul thrives on the green lushness around me. We got so lucky to have tall trees in our neighborhood so they can surround me. I love trees. They’re magical! I’m known to literally hug trees.

Now I need to convince Mr. M that I need a laptop so I can work on the patio and enjoy my lovely weather and deciduous companions!

Spider Beside Her

Our apartment is situated so we only get direct sunlight through a few windows, as we are located so far north of the equator. Also our place is about 5 feet from the neighboring fire-engine-red-painted house next door and it blocks most of our sunlight. My hunny likes plants but they do not like this apartment. They press themselves up against the glass trying to get as much as they can from what we get. It makes for an interesting study in phototropism.

This is my late grandfather's mint from his yard straining to get to the light.



However, the spider plants will grow anywhere… and everywhere. They are reaching out to grab us as we walk by. They are fighting amongst themselves for room. The spider plant babies are having babies. So if you happen to head over to our dining room hutch cabinet, watch your tootsies. They might trip you up.


Mr. M is taking advantage of this and growing a topiary ivy plant. He poked a few stakes in the dirt and is training ivy vines to grow around them and up in a tall column. Due to the lighting situation, all he has to do is turn the pot a quarter turn everyday and the vines grow toward the light and in a spiral around and around. They chase after the sun! I stenciled and painted the pot the ivy is living in.