“Just what makes that little old ant, Think he can move that rubber tree plant…”
Apparently I do not know my houseplants, even if I can grow them.
“Anyone knows an ant, can’t, Move a rubber tree plant…”
Z-D became aware of my botanical ignorance when I was happily watering and singing to what I believed to be a rubber tree plant.
I’ve mothered and nurtured this NOT rubber tree plant for the last few years, channeling Shirley Feeney every time I am near it.
“But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes, He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes…”
My efforts have resulted in a healthy houseplant that I feel adds a certain joie de vivre to our family room.
It, the plant, being so healthy and all. Me, the plant mama, being so loving and all.
“So anytime you’re gettin’ low, ‘Stead of letting go, Just remember that ant…”
But there’s more to this story than my confusion about a houseplant.
Yes, this is a hat tip to my mother who adored Shirley Feeney’s spunk and who had me singing in the Cherub Choir at the First Presbyterian Church when I was but a little sprig.
“Oops there goes another rubber tree plant, Oops there goes another rubber tree plant, Oops there goes another rubber tree plant.”
It was there at a luncheon dedicated to mothers that we little cherubs, standing in three rows on risers, sang “High Hopes” to our mothers. Thus to this day whenever I sing this song, I think fondly of my mother.
Regardless of the kind of plant I’m watering while I am singing the song. 🙄
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Happy Mother’s Day to everyone who is celebrating it this weekend
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