Feeling a little pothos

I have always had pretty good luck with growing things. I have had a sunflower labyrinth with a 175 foot diameter growing in my back yard, the outside flowers reaching six feet or more. I had a pool in my backyard surrounded by roses, mint, bleeding hearts, a Japanese maple tree and blue delphiniums as well as other plants. And when I had a condo with an upstairs balcony I had blue morning glories cascading from flower boxes over the rails for privacy.

Indoor plants were something else. My zebra plant lived a long time, never having more than two leaves at a time that were fully emerged. My baskets of ferns were beautiful on the porch, but prompted my husband to ask if I was going to rake the living room when I brought them inside. The only plant I really had good luck with were spider plants which started outside and moved in in the winter. They were surrounded by tons of babies.

Now I have no outside to plant in, but the indoor plants seem to have finally taken to living with me. Except for the spider plant which had one baby one time period. But the peace lilies, rabbit's foot fern, lettuce fern and poinsettia that a friend gave me are thriving. The pothos is more than thriving. It is taking over! Last night I found it wound around my Green Tara who was totally tipped over and practically invisible.

Suddenly I had a picture, a horror film picture, flash through my head. No one hears from me for a week or two and when they come to check my apartment, there I am, lying on the floor next to my plants, totally engulfed in pothos vines! And all I have to say is:

What a way to go!