As I write this I am enjoying pomegranate lemonade…ahh. Spoke with Miss Georgia today (my moma and CCL’s grandmom). The giant monster plant that once dominated the living room is no more. Mom came downstairs this morning to find the plant on the floor, its clay container in pieces. No one in the house including my mom, cousin or sister heard the plant fall. It had been sitting on a large table — placed there by my sister when she moved back to Cleveland from DC eight years ago. It was just a small thing back then but it grew and was at least five feet high and probably as wide. Last time I saw the plant it looked something like the one in Roger Corman’s 1960 film “Little Shop of Horrors. ” I could just imagine it saying one day “Feed Me.” Anyway the plant fell at some point overnight. My mom, in an effort to rescue part of it, gathered the remains and put them in a pot of water on the back deck. “You know,” she told me “After awhile plants just commit suicide. They’re done and that’s it.” Guess that’s what happened to the petunias I planted in April.
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