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My Green Velvet Alocasia
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Here’s a funny thing that happened yesterday. I was looking at my coffee. It was in a cup. I didn’t want to drink it, yet there was enough that I could save it either to reheat later or pour into a smoothie for my husband. It had been hours since I’d poured it. I just happened to look at it. More than just a passing glance, and yet, it might have been a passing glance. I idly wondered what would happen if I poured some of it into a houseplant.
Typically, I don’t have much luck with house plants. The guy my husband works with gave us a start he’d gotten from one of his houseplants. It was darling. It has not thrived. The original two leaves are long gone. The third generation of leaf has grown tall and proud. Sometimes I will walk by and see a tear glistening at the tip of that leaf. I wonder what the plant is doing or thinking. I get no answer.
This is the same reason I didn’t want to have children. I’d never be sure what I was doing would cause irreparable damage to this little person’s psyche later on in life. Bad fertilizer parenting. I took a picture of the plant to illustrate this piece. I also used Google lens to figure out what it is. It is an Alocasia frydek, also known as the green velvet alocasia. This makes sense because the leaves on my plant have this…
