My plant and me I have an itchy hand and a curiosity for strange plants. The last time i went to botanic gardens, I secretly uprooted a pretty fern and brought it home. Hmmm... I really wanna know what's it's name and how I can make it grow better. It has a thread-thin, super strong and tough black stem and jade green leaves that looks a bit like a little paw. Let's call it the paw fern. Before I got this treasure, I brought some of those arial plants home from the Botanic gardens home. Apparently, they don't need to survive in soil and all they need is a cool misty environment. They have no roots and have small spiklets for its leaves. It looks like a cute mess of spikes. The closest description/ look-alike that I can think of would be those fluffy metallic looking decor you wind around your christmas tree.... Well, my arial plant died a long time ago. Dehydrated I guess. So sad. My paw fern is still growing at the moment. I like it's discreet and strong character. Erm, hope to find out how I can let this little thingie grow along with me!
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Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Friday, November 26, 2004
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