Lesson from My Plants: Parts 3 & 4

The Easter Lillies were a re gift from someone who doesn’t really do plants. They are genuinely easy, love to grow, but sometimes a bit thirsty. They took the move in stride, but they did different things health wise.

This was 1.5 years ago

The twins have appreciated water and sun and though far from dead, I can tell something is off. Some of their leaves are brown around the edges.

I’ve been here before with the twins. They are root bound. I can give them all the right ingredients, but they can’t receive it because their roots are too compact. It’s time for them to be repotted. They need more space. They will do the best with what they have got. They will continue to live, but they won’t thrive without a personal move.

The twins right now. Notice how twin 1 is so stunted.

Lesson: Sometimes you must move or be moved in order to enter into a new level of health and wellness. There may be a source available with what you need, but you can’t receive and benefit because of your current environment. All that you want is at your fingertips… but you must move or be moved to receive…

Sometimes we are fearful of change or so used to the status quo, we refuse to move. Sure our edges our yellow and unhealthy, but because we are mostly green, we stay put.

Two years ago

Then there is the baby. The baby lily drinks so much water that she had to stay with me when I stayed somewhere else during the beginning of the pandemic. The baby is a trooper, no doubt. She looked a wreck after the move because she didn’t get the water she needed and had too much heat. What she needed though was simple. Some pruning. Beneath the shriveled up green leaves, she had new leaves ready. She just needed the old removed.

Lesson: Sometimes the new growth is ready, you just have to remove the old, even if the old isn’t crunchy dead.

Why do we hold on to the dead in our lives when new is right there waiting for us? How do you know its dead? It should be working, has the necessary ingredients for life, but isn’t. Cut off the dead so the new growth isn’t blocked.

Take it from my 🪴 and move if that’s what’s needed and or cut off the old!

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