On plants and love

A combination of an early morning, a cup of coffee, cool air, and a good bout of cleaning has left me wanting to write something reflective of the past couple months and what I am up to these days. However, I simply opened this page without any thought of what I was going to write...so now I'm at a loss for words (and subject matter).

I have stared out the window for a sufficient time now to have something to write! I've been growing some plants on the porch of my apartment for a couple months now, and I am really pleased with how well they are doing. I have 6 Swiss Chard plants that are thriving in the Southern California sun and spring rains, despite because stuck in a pot in the suburbs. I have a some little sprouts of lavender that I started from seed and are slowly coming up out of the dirt. And then some Cilantro that could be happier, but is doing alright. For my first try at growing edible plants in pots, I am feeling fairly successful! Now would be a good place to put a photo. But, that's not happening. Maybe I'll post a photo of the harvest and what food comes of it!

And now for a completely different subject...I have to read and write philosophy every day for class, but usually I just stop thinking philosophy outside of homework and class. However, lately there are a few subjects I just cannot get off my mind. One of which is why we love. A lot of philosophers that I have been reading lately have something to say about what it means to love or what a union of friendship is. I find myself looking back over my life and over my relationships to find the meaning of mutual love in my life. And with my friends and my family, their characteristics could be entirely different and I would still l0ve them. The time I have spent with them has deepened our love, but is not the source. So, I don't really know what I am saying at this point...other than that's about the extent of my thoughts. I love the people I do for reasons that are not all that clear and for this that do not change all that easily.

A friend of mine posted this the other day, and now I want to share it too. I think it's sweet. It is a letter from John Steinbeck to his son, Thom, who had fallen in love at boarding school.