My aloe vera, floating in a mason jar of water, sags from hypotonia. I keep propping him against my kitchen wall, but he slowly flops to the rim and hits the counter top. He is more dramatic than my sprightly pothos, who shoots green leaves each time I leave the house, or my succulent, Pearl, who hangs on my curtain rod and bends to the sun. My new friend, a potted lavender, fragrantly waves her hand at each passerby and unleashed dog. While my little garden isn't like Frances Hodgson Burnett's Misselthwaite Manor, it certainly is mine. "Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow." - Zora Neale Hurston Happy Earth Day.
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