Transplant Plant

This plant was beginning to overtake us.  Eddie referred to it as "that tree" and the cat has become ever suspicious, taking swipes at it every chance she could.  So we agreed it was time that one plant be transformed into three. 

Luckily, in my teen years, I became well practiced in this procedure.  I took the runaway forest to the roof and began the operation.  The picture above is the work "station" and you can see the two remaining plants from the separation.  

Here are two of the successful patients now in separate manageable pots and naturally tied to "guide" their future growth.  The other is upstairs awaiting for me to think of something creative (likely found) to put it in.  For now it is in a bucket on the roof.  If you look closely you can see a pile of dirt on the rug.  After being warned not to touch anything, Yael in fact touched the plant because she "didn't think it looked pretty tied up."  Any guesses as to what happened next?  Right you are!  It came tumbling down.  

So everyone learned a valuable lesson.  Yael learned not to touch.  Which really isn't true because moments later she was back in washing the plant leaves, touching again.  And I learned that there is no point warning Yael.  It really is great when you learn something.  

On the agenda: tomorrow I plan to spend my study break strolling down and seeing the lake at Prospect Park before the weather starts turning.  Next Wednesday I am lucky enough to have gotten a ticket to The Daily Show with John Stewart.  After that, my friend Jonathon from Seattle will be here for the weekend.  Adios amigos!