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The Plants That Never Left

Every December, my father asks, “Would you mind taking a plant or two for us while we’re in Florida?”

“No, of course not. I love plants.”

My parents have spent the “winter” in Florida for the past several years, first spending January and February there, then increasing their stays through April and then May. One year they left New York in September!

With each departure, I gain at least one plant. The interesting bargain is – they never take them back. When my parents return to New York for the warmer months, they don’t ask for the plants I cared for and watered throughout our cold season. The subject hardly comes up – unless I point out how one plant (a thriving Jade) is flourishing on my kitchen windowsill.

When I visit them at their home in New York during the summer, I notice new blossoms in new pots at the kitchen window and some on the deck. Where did these come from, I think. Then, are they my next adoptees?

Yes, in fact most are. My dad manages to pawn off some on neighbors, but typically I am the recipient of a hearty, blooming beauty. He brings me the plants with watering and sunlight instructions; but to tell you the truth, they all get the same treatment. Water and miracle grow, and as much sun as Mother Nature feels like providing.

My father and I don’t relate on too many topics. Gardening and caring for plants are a couple of the few items in which we share a common interest. I find it curious that he never asks for the plants back.

Are these gifts? Is he happy that I am caring for something that he cared for? Or does he look forward to finding a new variety to which he can apply his evergreen thumb.


Whatever the reason, I am glad to do it. I’ve been keeping his plants alive (and I think happy) for quite some time now.

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