Budding and Blooming and Fruiting and… BDSM?

Plants are wild, wild fun…

…a soul will never drown in boredom or despair or loneliness, if said soul slows down enough to listen to the song of a leaf that knows how to touch the sky without letting go of her roots.

 

chayote… getting a bit grabby (while drinking up the evening sun)

 

passiflora… budding happily (I counted at least 9 soon-to-be-blooms)

 

strawberry… blooming so prettily (and showing off her rain-jewels)

 

tomato… fruiting and blooming at the same time (the show off!)

 

dearest chayote… tendrils practicing BDSM in the urban wild? I wonder what the leaf’s safeword might be… Do you care to guess? Go on, guess— plants delight in spreading the fun. Really, I’ve asked… between songs.

 

When Life Is at Its Crappiest, My Tomato Plant Blooms a Juicy Heart

These last few days have been rather crappy… and a bit puky… okay, really puky…

But like I said to a friend, after she asked why I was laughing so hard after having just hurled on my own foot, “Well, I still have a thing or three to be thankful for.” I mean, there are people out there who live with chronic health conditions that are much worse than mine. And unlike me, they can’t claim the superpower of being able to clean their own puke.

Also, how many people out there can walk into their living room to find out that their tomato plant has just bloomed them a heart? Yep, magic everywhere… and some of it, I can turn into salad.

Today, I had one of those “I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man with no feet” moments. Our sociopolitical situation sort of sucks, my body is being a royal bastard, some humans are acting in ways so shocking that I’m wondering if I should stop using the human label to describe them…

But, in that mess, a tomato plant fruits indoor, my limbs and will are strong enough to feed my body and keep it clean, and a dear friend and my husband say that when I can’t do it for myself, they will.

I hope I never have to take them up on it—at least not in the next few decades. But if the time comes when the world’s turmoil and my treacherous body are too much for me to handle, I’ll remember that I don’t have to handle things… alone.

That (and a heart-shaped tomato) will keep me smiling for a while. What fuels your smile, my Luvs?

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