Yesterday was one of those rest-all-day kinda days. Had to get out of the house for at least a little bit, picked up some new potting soil, and changed the few house plants.
I've had an aloe that's been on the wane for about 8 months. Progressively transitioning from green into a reddish color. But check it out!
Yup. A fresh, new life, peaking up out of the miracle-grow.
See, I've been wary of keeping an aloe plant, and have held high hopes for this guy since my last aloe plant froze to death in the back of a car, parked over night in a Tennessee motel in 2001.
A poem by Claude McKay
On The Road
Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking,
Impatient people jammed in line for food,
The rasping noise of cars together knocking,
And worried waiters, some in ugly mood,
Crowding into the choking pantry hole
To call out dishes for each angry glutton
Exasperated grown beyond control,
From waiting for this soup or fish or mutton.
At last the station 's reached, the engine stops;
For bags and wraps the red-caps circle round;
From off the stop the passenger lightly hops,
And seeks his cab or tram-car homeward bound;
The waiters pass out weary, listless, glum,
To spend their tips on harlots, cards and rum.