This past week has gone quickly, with it suddenly being the deadline for joining this week's Scribble Picnic. I've always had potted plants around, even before striking out on my own. Probably one of the first I had was the sturdy philodendron. I know we had an airplane plant around when our son was little, as I recall him getting hold of one of the shoots and pulling the (thankfully lightweight) pot down on him and his walker. We probably did some rearranging after that, after cleaning up all the potting soil! Funerals have been the reason for the acquisition of several plants. I know we ended up with peace lilies after the funerals of at least three, and I think all four, of our parents. Here, with no current bloom, is a last-minute drawing of one of the peace lilies.
You can see what others in the picnic have growing here.