Phyllis

Phyllis is my plant that I personally have grown for about 5 years.

Background:

Phyllis is a Phylodendron. My parents first got her when they were married 25 years ago. In our old house Phyllis sat on top of this china hutch that we have, and hung down on either side of it nearly touching the floor. When we were packing boxes getting ready to move, my mom was going to get rid of Phyllis! I was apalled, because I am very sentimental towards things. I told her that I wanted to keep the plant, so of course she let me keep just a small part of her. I had to cut off a few small leaves an put them in a jar of water. After a LONG time (like a year or two) the leaves had grown some roots in the water and Phyllis was ready to plant! I planted Phyllis and have had her since. I think It is quite fun owning my own plant, especially because she is older than me!

Now, I talk about Phyllis as if she is my friend, and I want to clarify that yes, she is my friend! It is kind of a sad friendship in a way though, not how I really treat my friends! You see, Phyllis just sits on my shelf and stares at me, even when I forget about her. Every once and a while I will look up at her and her leaves will look kind of curled, then I know it is time to give her some water!

It is kind of sad being excited about such a meanial thing as a plant, but it is something that I can take care of. I like the feeling of taking care of something, and keeping it alive.