
And out with the Old
I’ve never been a fan of indoor plants. The idea of them just seems counterintuitive. But this little bit of greenery caught my eye. A Sensitive Plant. Hmm. After a brief get-to-know I discovered, yes, this is a very sensitive plant. You touch it, even in the smallest of ways, and it’s moved.
Harsh words don’t affect it. Honestly, I tried. Did my best to convince the plant it was insensitive. I spoke harsh words with a soft tone. Then progressively more terse. I also called it blue. Then I said it was red – and, even yellow. I threatened to withhold water. Nothing. It was’t phased. Perhaps it recognized a lack of sincerity in the delivery. Probably knew I didn’t really mean it. I’ve taken this plant in. It’s new to me, a new responsibility. It deserves nurturing.
As for the box of Manischewitz Matzo Farfel – well, I must admit I have no idea how I got this, or when I got it. I do know it went round and round in my lower carousel cupboard for at least 1o years. All the while wrapped in plastic. I also know I chuckle when I say these words aloud in my head – Manischewitz Matzo Farfel, Manischewitz Matzo Farfel. Now, combine the idea of Manischewitz Matzo Farfel with a Sensitive Plant – well, can’t get more curious than that.
Actually, I did find purpose in the Manischewitz Matzo Farfel. And, I’m content to say, it’s is no longer a part of my life. Just had to get rid of it – DeCollected. It’s a symbol for the old tired stuff we continue to hang on to. And, the Sensitive Plant – obviously, it’s a new leaf.

