It dare say i am finished unpacking. Except for this one last box. This is the box of stuff I don’t know if I want to keep, or where to put the crap IN this box. But tonight, I will decide.
Our living room is actually our least-used room, because it’s rather sparsely furnished. Eventually I’ll fill it with plants, including some ficus trees. I just LOVE indoor trees.
I had a ficus named “Maurice” who grew from a little sapling to a giant tree in three years, but when we moved into the Tofino apartment, there wasn’t enough natural light to keep him alive. I regretfully rehomed him to a place with another ficus tree with an M name. I may advertise to see if I can get Maurice back. It might seem weird to be attached to a particular plant, but I just am. I still remember a huge jade tree I had to rehome when I moved from North Bay to Toronto. I gave it to a friend who promptly killed it. My Mom gave me that plant, and I wish I’d kept it!
A friend of mine has a peace lily I gave her when we moved from Toronto to the coast. She STILL has it, and it’s doing well!
So I look forward to my future plant friends. I have a little jade tree Sweetie gave me for my birthday, and a few African violets in my office.
Anyway. I wanted to write about this lady who is on the other side, but still lives in our house. This is the first time we’ve lived in a house that is significantly inhabited and in a very pleasant way!
I don’t know much about her, just that she comes across as a retired grandmotherly lady who considers herself the custodian of the house, like a den mother for the tenants. She likes us.
Last night, when Sweetie and I were in bed watching Sons of Anarchy, this lady I call Margaret appeared in our bedroom doorway and said ” well, I’m going to bed! Good night!”
“Good night!” I said.
“Where’s her bedroom?” Sweetie asked.
We both think Margaret’s room is my office.
She’s a lovely lady and the reason we haven’t felt the need to smudge / cleanse our new place. She’s the guardian spirit of this place.
Today, I babied her rose bush. I think it’s her rose bush. It’s seems as old as the house. It’s this massive, decades-old climbing bush in front of our porch. I gave it a mild pruning, topped up the soil and gave it a feeding. Margaret is very pleased.