I’ve had this ivy plant longer than I’ve been married. In a galaxy far, far away I used to be a nanny for two sweet little children in the metro Washington, DC area. I took the job upon graduating college as a chance to move away from Kansas and to see where life would take me.
I stayed in my adopted family’s house in their guest bedroom, and one of the first things I bought was a plant to brighten my room. I wasn’t even sure what kind of ivy it was that I bought (Swedish ivy? Maybe.), but all I knew was that it thrived. In fact, in thrived so much that I eventually had four glass jars filled with cuttings from this ivy all around my room.
It was a bit like Jack and the Beanstalk.
Life led me to David and marriage and two kids and a dog and a cross-country move. Throughout it all, that mystery ivy survived and flourished and has never been re-potted in all the 26 years I’ve had it. Occasionally I remember to water it, and it resides in our bathroom, perched above our garden tub (only because the tub has a rim long enough for the plant to trail along). I have no idea how it’s managing to hang on for so long, but it’s a nice reminder of how my adult life began so long ago.
i’m participating in 52 photo’s project this week, where the theme is “hearts”.