I'm missing my connection to the earth, living in an apartment does not afford me to indulge in my gardening obsession. However, I do what I can. My porch is overflowing with pots. My voodoo lilies (a wonderful gift from David King) are happy and doing what they do best. Such odd plants, very phallic in nature (how lucky for me eh?) but very delicate and beautiful. I hope these follow suit with ones I had previously, that is, they were prodigious little fuckers... loved to make offset bulbs like crazy. The Japanese Maple is a seedling I took from Atlanta. Wayne and Steven have two beautiful trees in their backyard and lots of tiny seedlings. I could not easily find a seedling from the one tree (kind of a lacy leaf pattern), but this one is beautiful as well. My cacti / euphorbias are happy outside now and the Opuntia varieties are blooming. Night blooming cereus is still alive and kicking - it continues to send out shoots that will elongate into the flattened pads that are more familiar with this type of plant.
Just thinking out loud here – rambling is to follow To go along with my last entry (song lyrics about coming to terms with yourself “when a man of my age”) Love It hurts. It cuts. It’s intense. Let me explain: I know how I feel about Jon, we have dated for a little over two years. It’s wonderful from the get go. I’ve dated him for two years and known him for a little over three years. What I have learned, I love. Our feelings for one another have progressed along the way. Am I in love? Yes. Do I love him? Yes. Emotional barriers came tumbling down in the course of our interactions. I feel as though I know him and I equally feel that I am known by him. This is a powerful thing to me. I want this intimacy more than I care to admit. How wonderful to share with another, to allow them to know the good and the bad, and in turn, they continue to want to know you and to be with you. The same is true in reverse, I know about him and I continue...
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