What have I got against this Philodendron and why don’t I show it much love? I don’t know – nothing really. Basically, it just doesn’t do much for me nor grab my attention. Is it wrong for me to not like or want every plant that I see? Furthermore and more importantly, I have very limited space. So, along with my experience/knowledge of the problems of having/collecting too many things, I’ve become more hesitant (and dare I say wiser) in obtaining new things, including plants. But let’s face it. If I really like a plant, I would find a space/place for it. So why not this Philodendron?
This oversized Philodendron lives outside our building at the bottom of the stairs. I have no idea who owns it or how it got there in the first place but it looks abandoned. And many years old. It lives in a biggish black plastic pot and is evidently flourishing/thriving, freely feeding on rain water, opulent sunshine and coastal fresh air. And loving it. Its vines and pretty heart shaped leaves have formed a crawling/sprawling mass around it, looking to expand its growth beyond its pot.
I’ve walked passed and brushed a hello with it many times before. I’ve also admired its vibrant green heart-shaped leaves and questioned its unusual ‘fish out of water’ existence. But I didn’t jump for joy. And that was the extent of our interaction really. It just looked a little common/ordinary, uninteresting/boring and not so special/unique. Perhaps, its unruly appearance and immediate surrounds didn’t help either. If it was a variegated Monstera deliciosa or Amorphophallus or Bat flower in bloom for example, I might have been more excited. Truth be told, I did last year take a small cutting from it with the hope of growing it on the balcony and painting it, but I ended up throwing it away and the ‘leaf in a glass of water’ composition looked too minimalist, maybe.
Anyhow, my dear friend Karma has a strange/funny way of teaching me. It seems that with things that I don’t like much (plants included), I soon end up liking them more. So after some thought/contemplation (and feeling a little guilty and sorry for the plant), I’ve decided to appreciate it more and take another cutting of it and re-adopt it back into our plant family collective/circle. Who knows, it could be the best thing I’ve done? And perhaps, it will be a good reminder for me to remember that there’s nothing wrong with being ordinary/common, simple/plain, boring and/or not so special. And that everything and everybody is special and beautiful.
Furthermore, I’ve searched Philodendron flowers online and they look amazing/exceptional. I have no idea what cultivar/variety this specimen is but hopefully one day (with much love and patience), it will bloom some extraordinary flowers which I can use/incorporate in my artworks or simply enjoy as they are. So in the end, everyone wins. I do hope it flowers.
Also, today’s my birthday. Thank you. I’m probably out there somewhere happily celebrating it with my darling partner and princess Swan. I wrote this post earlier in the week and scheduled it to be published today. Technology’s pretty amazing, huh? Have a happy and safe week yous. smile