Here in their native habitat in the tropics, they thrive and look lush. My houseplants at home--banana tree, plain green scheffilara--look pathetic in comparison.
During their summer vacation outdoors, my houseplants perk up and look lush. Then i bring them in doors and they start to decline and look piqued.
I have houseplants in the first place for the joy they bring me. Ahhh. Green and growing plants. Some, like geraniums, with flowers.
When the mind compares my housebound North Country plants to the tropics, i and my houseplants always lose.
The comparing mind can't help but compare. That is its main job. And the comparison? Useless. Really useless.
I'm sinking into the beauty of what is. Right here. Right now.
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