Aloe

The aloe plant was knocked down from the table for a third time. Twice by the careless cook who tried to get into the fridge in the hurry, and once by the greedy cat who nibbled on two juicy leaves. The cook didn't wait for warmer weather. She dug a hole and put the plant into the soil. It is early April and the aloe leaves are shivering in the cold weather. Daffodils are nodding their heads sympathetically in the wind. "Try to survive till' tomorrow. It will be nice warm day. You didn't come directly from the South, did you? You know little bit about our weather, don't you?" "I grew up in the green house. I don't know anything about Winter." "Winter is gone. We bloom in Spring.. Look at the robin checking flower beds for worms. You are a strong plant. You can survive. At least here you will not get eaten by the cat with a belly ache. He tasted our leaves, too. Survive." The aloe stopped shivering behind the rock, which protected it from the draft blowing down the alley. The roots were tapping the soil. Not bad. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/2013