(Yes, yes, I know…I’m supposed to be posting a Social Media Monday post today, but what can I say? It’s a long weekend, I’m lazy, and I may have a slight chocolate hangover. Anyway…you get this instead. 😉 )
I don’t know quite when the tradition started, but when my mother was alive, I bought her an Easter lily every year for many, many years. The year after she died, one of my daughters took up the tradition on my behalf, bringing me an Easter lily in her grandmother’s memory. I know…it makes me teary, too.
Unfortunately, one of our cats (George) has a thing for plants and flowers. They arrive in the house, he eats their leaves, and then he proceeds to vomit. Repeatedly. It doesn’t matter how high or narrow a shelf I put them on, he somehow finds a way to get at them. George is…”special”, but we love him.
I have, however, given up on houseplants altogether.
Except my Easter lily. Because I really, really like getting that each year. Easter was one of my mom’s favourite celebrations, and I’m gosh-darned if I’ll let a not-very-bright feline take that away from me.
And so this is my solution:
Yep. The bathroom off my home office is the only place in the house that I can consistently maintain as cat-free.
I may be the only one who ever sees the plant, but I say you do what you gotta do, right? 🙂
Leave a Reply