A cloudy morning view of a kitchen corner. The snake plant has to be supported, hence the twine and metal plant supports. It’s now – what – over 50 years old? It sat in our window seat in my childhood home and it was there for several years. My parents moved to northern Michigan when I was living in Philadelphia, so that was around 1986. If I assume that the plant was in my childhood home for at least 10 years – and both Mere and I think that was the case – it’s at least 50 years old. Maybe more. There’s an entire section of new growth, which is encouraging, as I’ve had to cut away some of the older growth. I’m watering it a bit more than I have been. They’re succulents, so they don’t need too much water, but our house is very dry, especially in the winter.
This morning, I was greeted by the song of a Carolina wren who stayed around the porch area singing away for at least an hour. Is it nest building time? It seems a bit early. The wrens are here throughout the winter and I do hear them occasionally. But this was a full-out and continuous song. More spring-like, if you will.
A good sign, I think.
I’m reading and crocheting and trying to get through the weekend with a modicum of peace. I hope you’re able to find some peace, as well.
Stay safe.
Happy Saturday.
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