Garden Cuties

originally created: 04/12/2023
last updated: 17/01/2023
Update: [9 new pictures!] Added sections "So it appears Rosy has changed", "My peace lilies are finally here!" and "Velvety" to the bottom of the page.

One day my mom was gifted a pretty yellow flower. She was all, "Oh, thank you so much! I'm gonna take such good care of it!", and she did, for a handful of days before completely neglecting it. A week later, it dried up and died. Most of the stem and the flower itself were long past the vivid colorful state of the blooming happy plant, when I decided to care for it myself. Mom took a good while to notice it wasn't by her window sill anymore, and an even longer while to know where it had ended up. Nonetheless, she didn't care.

I snipped away the dead parts and watered it and fed it some banana peels and moved it from sun to shadow along the day, and in a little more than a month's time two buds appeared, and soon after, they bloomed into flowers so beautiful and good smelling, everybody took notice of them; including mom.

One day, after a weekend I wasn't home, I came back to a blank yard. A huge piece of it was missing; something that gave feeling and color to that whole place; mom had taken the flowers without telling me, and gifted them to one of her friends. My babies were taken away, and there was nothing I could've done about it.

This cycle repeated itself dozens of times until I've reached my independence, and could cultivate my own flowers, buy my own pots, and buy my own dirt. If mom received another plant gift, I would let her take care of it herself, and absolutely every time, it died from neglect —a new baby in the trash can—. My flowers were beautiful, and the yard smelled so good; and I carved on every pot the name of whom those belonged to. Nobody was going to take my babies from me anymore. Only I could take myself away from their lives.

This album is here because who doesn't take pictures of their babies, right? In my current garden I have a bunch of nice little plants, not as many flowers unfortunately, but still many cutie patooties. So, check it out! I grew all of these myself!

Granny's

Swapped babies

Pinky and Rosy

A short life cycle

Old Man Yellard

When Bovary came back into my life, she entitled herself to the garden; she's my little guard now —my scarecrow— and keeps all sort of pests away. One day, a big gray cat came into the garden, and she wasn't happy about it AT ALL. When I walked through the front door to water the plants that day, the gray cat got scared and tried to run away from their cat fight, but Bovary ran after him and, when he was trying to climb up one of the lateral walls, she tackled him and they both fell right onto my yellow rose bush, where this old fellar was left to dry. That was the last day of his full life, but one we could've never predicted.