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March 26, 2025

day 84 ~ by any other name

peace lily
.
she’s 
an imposter
known
by the moniker
lily…verifiably untrue
still she’s
ever green, a symbol
of peace, purity,
of healing…
a blessing
call her what you will 

~kat

A favorite indoor plant of mine is the peace lily, aka Spathiphyllum or Spathe for short. I always have one or two plants in my inside spaces. Every bloom is an exciting discovery and lasts for weeks!

It doesn’t matter to me what we call these wonderful plants. Even if they aren’t officially “true lilies” it’s hard to deny the blessings they symbolize. Inspiring things like prosperity, peace, tranquility, purity, innocence, hope, ambition, surrender and acceptance… what’s not to love about this evergreen plant that is not fussy to keep and regularly bloom’s beautiful flowers!

Peace, love, and true glimmers to you. And even “untrue” glimmers will do. Tonight I spent time admiring my peace “lily”, and what she symbolizes, and I wonder, what’s in a name anyway?

~kat

Oh…and I also was delighted by the antics of this guy, a resident wild squirrel bandit who regularly steals seeds from the bird feeder. He’s quite an acrobat!

…and a final look at the sun as it dips below the horizon:

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May 29, 2018

42 Day 29

By Kat Myrman

time for replanting

pale peace lily, a gift, rooted
in a dusting of dirt and gel beads

you’ve lasted for years, my hope
will you survive, now free, your feet newly
plotted in peat or die from the shock of change

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge: “42”. I’m heading on vacation next week and bringing my plants from the office home, where they will stand a better chance of survival, and watering, if needed, by the cat-sitter. It seems like a good time to re-pot this hearty little plant. I’ve had it for years. It is rooted in just a small amount of soil, plopped into a what was once a bright array of gel dots. They have since lost their color and shape. The plant now sits in a tall vase of goo that barely holds water. Certainly, I am hoping it will spread its roots with delight once settled into nutrient rich soil. But there is a part of me that wonders if plants like people get so used to the prisons they find themselves in, that once set free, they wither away from the shock of change. I’m hoping it’s not the latter. At the very least I owe it to this little plant to give it a taste of real…or as real as it can be, life, in a clay pot.

Update…I’m thinking she likes her new digs…fingers crossed. 😊