Saturday, October 25, 2008
My Jade, Fred
For the last few years, every summer my husband swears I am going to kill my Jade Plant. Maybe it’s because when we bought two Christmas Cacti and he cared for one which is still living (and preparing to bloom), I was in charge of the second one, which has long since passed.
But we found this Jade at a garage sale a few years ago and I had to have it. They grow slow and I could tell by it’s size that it had survived many years already. The Marshfield Mall has one that's over 100 years old, I can't remember its name though.
Every summer I move the Jade outside and often I forget where to place it and some of the leaves get burned by the sun’s rays before I realize it needs more shade. But here it is, in all its glory at the end of this summer. It survived another year and has a lot of new growth. I may be able to keep it alive for many years after all.
Every time I look at it I think of Fred (a Jade plant) in the book, By the Light of the Moon by Dean Koontz. I thought of my Jade the entire time I was reading the book to Dennis. Maybe someday I will strap my ‘Fred’ into the car seat and go on some travels.