Happy at Home.

The Wisdom of House Plants.

Three Ways You Can Bloom & Grow, Dear Reader.

Aloe I Love You, 2020. Pennsylvania. Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved.

Oh! It is springtime here in Pennsylvania, friends.

I saw a cardinal flittering about the yard yesterday, and I thought my heart would burst with happiness.

And this morning? I gazed outside and despite the current state of our world, I saw a bounty of buds and blossoms. I felt . . . hope.

For there is wisdom among the vines.

So during these socially-distant, self-isolating-and-quarantining times, I thought I’d look to the wisdom of house plants.

Because what keeps them healthy and strong can also work wonders for the likes of us.

It’s simple, really.

. . .

Give ‘Em Water.

Ground-breaking, right? But without it we will shrivel up and ultimately cease to exist. Are you feeling a little less-than? A little gross? Pour yourself a glass of icy goodness and drink it right down. Feel your roots come back to life. Your body and mind will thank you.

Give ‘Em Sunlight.

We live in a townhouse, so abundant rays of sunshine are to be relished, as a rule. So you’d better believe our blinds are pulled, and our front door open. Bonus points for opening the windows for a little springtime breeze. Let that sunshine in, yo. It might just save your soul.

Give ‘Em Room.

Nobody likes to feel confined, whether in life or in skinny jeans. Keep a plant in a too-small container and it’s bound to give up. So allow yourself some wiggle room. You’re growing too, you know! Every single one of us needs time. Time to learn. Time to grieve. Time to embrace the journey.

May you bloom and grow, Dear Reader.

May you thrive.

. . .

SnapDragon an artist, homemaker, and advocate of second helpings.

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The Quiet.

The Quiet.

In Bloom, 2019. Pennsylvania. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

This moment is real.

The spring air is cool, still, and transfixing.

Oh, how I love The Quiet.

Have I ever told you that, Dear Reader?

Because The Quiet is alive.

The tick-tock of the cuckoo clock reminds me that time waits for no one.

Unidentifiable birds call to each other across the yard.

The Fur Babies’ water fountain trickles away, to ensure a fresh gulp is at the ready.

The ice cubes clink against the glass as I enjoy another sip in solitude.

Never Enough Thyme, 2019. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

I perch upon the porch for a handful of minutes. The morning sun has never felt better; my skin relishes its power.

This is The Perfect Moment.

I am alive.