motherly instincts

I believe that I've mentioned one of my plants before.

I've mentioned my bamboo. My wonderful bamboo that has gone through more college with me than anything or anyone else.

But, I have other plants. I was talking to my mom about my plants and what will happen to them when I leave BYU. There are just so many, I can't take them on a plane. I also can't ship them. I could leave them with someone staying in Provo, like Alison, Dana, Bianca or Katie. But I told my mom that I wasn't sure that I would be able to do that. It would be like giving up a child, and while I know that my friends would take good care of them, I love my plants.

My mom said that this is a result of my motherly instincts kicking in. I can't have a baby right now, and I can't have pets (my apartment won't allow it) so I'm attaching myself to these plants.

But of course I'm attached. I have nurtured these plants. I have raised some of them from seedlings. The others I have raised from almost dying. Plus, they're just so cute.

Basil

Rosemary

Cilantro

Morning Glory

Lavender. This one is exciting. This little guy just sprouted in the last couple of days. I've been waiting for him for about a month. Isn't he sweet?

Bamboo

Aloe Vera (and my clocky).

Money Tree.

The day the music died.

(Kay, maybe not the music. Maybe it's actually the Tabasco)
When my parent brought me to BYU, they took me grocery shopping and to Wal-Mart.
My mom helped me pick out the food and all of the household items.
My dad bought me a flashlight and Tabasco. Green and red.
Today, the green ran out. I almost cried.
I know, that's a weird thing to be sad about, but I almost made it all 4 years on those bottles. For some reason I get really attached to weird things that my parents buy me.
Bamboo, Tabasco, the flashlight.
I may keep the bottle.
I know, I have issues.
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there is someone i would like you to meet.

this is my bamboo plant.
we are very good friends.

my bamboo plant and i have been through a lot together.
he (i like to think it's a male) saw me through my entire college career thus far.
and i have seen him almost die.
he is currently living in its third pot,
i am currently living in my fourth apartment.

my mom gave him to me when i first moved to provo.
i feel like we share a connection.
i just thought you'd like to meet him.

isn't he pretty?