Some 25 years ago, a friend gave me a clipping from her Wandering Jew plant that she had grown from a clipping a friend had given her.
I have moved this plant with me through a half-dozen moves since then, and it continues to grow in several pots around this house. It’s a survivor, thriving on minimum care. And periodically a tendril emerges (sometimes after years of compact dormancy) to reach for light and something to hold onto.
I think of it as having an “old soul” and a “young heart.”
Ronni Bennett, my elderblogger friend over at Time Goes By would disagree with my using the phrase “young heart. But I am partial to metaphors.
And my spring-reaching houseplant is an inspirational one for me.
I used to have a virtual jungle of house plants and I always enjoyed my wandering jew — they grow like weeds!!!
Stopped in to find that you haven’t stopped — yay!