Usually I pull those dead flowers off my geraniums with pleasure. But this dead flower has been on my geranium since it bloomed in the beginning of the winter. It seemed such a miracle that it bloomed at all. I had taken two plants in from outside at the end of the summer and put them both in the laundry room on top of a cabinet that barely sees the light of day, is always cold and I always forget to water. And one of those days in December, when I did think of watering them, I saw this beautiful pink blossom. I put the geranium in my kitchen window and when the flower died, I left it there. That soft pink of the dried flower was a reminder of warmer days.
The other day I looked at the plant and noticed a new bud coming. But I also noticed that I had put a plastic donkey in the flower pot. The donkeys been there a while. When I bought it at Tractor Supply (I can’t resist looking at all those little plastic animals, and sometimes cave and buy one) I imagined putting it on the windowsill. But somehow it made its way to my flower pot. And seeing it there (as if it wasn’t me who put it there) I realized I have become one of those people who put plastic things in their flower pots. (Completely different than putting rocks in flower pots which I’ve always done) Now I can remember there being a time when I thought only old ladies did this. Then, once I was at a friend’s house and gazed in wonder at the plastic carrot in one of her house plants. That friend was 20 years younger than I am now. But still I thought, it’s a certain kind of person who does such a thing. And I did not see myself as that type of person. Until the other day, when I saw the donkey in my flower pot as if for the first time.
When I think about it, it’s not that I felt the geranium wasn’t enough with out the donkey, I think I felt the plant might want a little company, or maybe some encouragement to help make it through the winter. I have no doubt that this is a projection, but I wonder if it’s what most people are thinking who put plastic stuff in plants. Being I’ve only been this type of person for a short time, I don’t really know. But I have a feeling there’s more of that type of person out there. Maybe I’ll hear from you. (I’d like that) If not, I guess I’ll have to just accept who I’ve become, the type of person who puts plastic stuff in her flower pot.