A Poem
In Recognition of my Aging Body
Like an old stretched sweater,
My sagging arms hang by my bulgy sides.
Age spots masquerade as chocolate stains
On my wrinkled rough hands.
Scarred, lumpy-veined legs
End in worn scuffed feet.
Poor old body that's been with me
All the way. Thank you.
This cute little African violet is only about 3" across. It has been bred to stay as a mini. I bought it last year at Walmart not realizing that it would stay small. I really like its petiteness. It sits nicely on the windowsill and it's just really cute. It came in a little plastic pot that comes apart at the middle so you can water it from below. It grows just like any other African violet except it grows very slowly.
African violets don't like to be overwatered, they can handle being a bit dry from time to time. I only fertilize them when they are blooming with a liquid all-purpose fertilizer once every few weeks. This one sits happily on a south windowsill during the winter but as the sun gets stronger I will move it back a couple of feet from the window so it doesn't get scorched.
I really enjoy my winter blooming indoor plants.
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