There are a few things I’m fair to middlin’ at here at the newspaper office. Caring for the indoor office plants isn’t one of them.

There are a few things I’m fair to middlin’ at here at the newspaper office. Caring for the indoor office plants isn’t one of them.


Several years ago, one of our former employees was the official "plant lady." She pampered the half dozen or more plants in the Denison office like they were her children. They must’ve loved her too, because they thrived! Even the 12-foot-tall tree thingie I felt sorry for and dragged into the office after finding it by a dumpster, broken and mostly dead, came to life with her care. Unfortunately, our plant lady moved and couldn’t fit the tree thing nor any of the rest of the plants into her sedan. They were left in our care. Another co-worker took up the plant chores but, after she left, they were doomed.


The first to go was the spiky plant. (I don’t know many plant identities.) I thought it was supposed to be a desert plant, so didn’t water it. Guess I was wrong. I didn’t feel too bad, as I wasn’t real crazy about it anyway. I just liked the pot it was in.


Next was the tree thingie. I did try to remember to water it, but apparently, once every few weeks wasn’t enough. I kept thinking the brown stalks might turn green again, so I waited to drag it back to the dumpster. However, after the final leaf fell off and the stalks sort of broke, I figured it wasn’t going to make the miracle comeback I’d hoped for. This time, it went inside the dumpster.


It was swiftly followed by what I think was an African violet I’d been using as a door stop. By the time I realized it needed some help, the poor thing looked like it had been mummified.


A few more plant deaths followed, and we are now down to two determined plants. There’s an ivy that used to be huge and beautiful but is now down to about three scraggly stalks and a few sagging leaves. The other mystery plant was given to me by my aunt and named Mildred in her honor. Now that the situation is desperate, I’m doing my best to at least water the remaining survivors on a regular basis. I’ve even started talking to them the way our plant lady did. It’s pretty obvious she was a much better plant conversationalist than I’ll ever be.


Oh well. At least I watered them this week … I think.



Happy Birthday to Beverly Green, Ronald Luper, Becky McCarn, Wanda Graves and Melinda McKee, all of Sherman; Sharon McCrory and Betty Eileen Thomas, both of Pottsboro; Rachel Walters of Frisco; and Kali Matter of Longview.