First this story made me remember Mrs. Chisholm’s rubber plant. Third grade, rural Michigan, there was a rubber plant? tree? that had grown up to the 20’ ceiling and now (late 50’s) was growing across the ceiling to the wall of windows on the other side of the room. I felt comfortable under that enormous plant who did not mind living with 25 eight-year-olds and a teacher with a big laugh.
But then, after a while, I started loving how well you explain a long, pretty good relationship.
Such a beautiful essay! Thank you for this, Matt.
You will have to meet my Brugmansia in Ipswich.
Wonderful, Matt!
Thanks And!
This one belongs in the Gullet pantheon. So beautiful!
Thank you for reading it!
First this story made me remember Mrs. Chisholm’s rubber plant. Third grade, rural Michigan, there was a rubber plant? tree? that had grown up to the 20’ ceiling and now (late 50’s) was growing across the ceiling to the wall of windows on the other side of the room. I felt comfortable under that enormous plant who did not mind living with 25 eight-year-olds and a teacher with a big laugh.
But then, after a while, I started loving how well you explain a long, pretty good relationship.
Thank you Mary Beth. For the record the lemon tree and I are currently fighting :D
Absolutely lovely!
Thank you!