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Mini Rock Garden

My outdoor rock garden
My indoor cactuses

My outdoor rock garden suffered a draught of water, while I was away, so there were casualties. Some didn’t survive. I have removed the dried ones. I thought I had removed all of them, but after taking the photo, I can see the one I missed.

My indoor cactuses had one too. It had turned black by getting more water than needed.

Every year it’s like gaining new knowledge about plants. Last year it was about growing pineapples. They didn’t survive my absence of two months plus getting entombed in snow during the month of February. There are some really mini ones growing in a plastic container. I’m waiting for them to grow a bit stronger before planting them outside.

This year it was roses, and how easy it was to grow them from cuttings. I have Masha’Allah about nine of them of them now grown from cuttings. I wish I had this knowledge years before.

I had a Dracaena. In a way still have it. It hanged onto life with tenacity when I wasn’t there to rescue it. Last year it was about to give up for forever by turning a sickly yellow, I transferred it from the pot to the ground. It started flourishing. I was so happy. Come February, and the snow got it. The only remain was an ugly, dry, black stump. For a month I let it be, then tired with waiting for it to show any sign of life by turning green, I tried to pull it from the ground. It wouldn’t budge. I left it for Son to help me with pulling it out.

Son, as usual with him wasn’t home. He would be away some place else. Thank God for miracles. Lovely new green leaves sprouted from the base of the ugly stump. Masha’Allah.



 How dismal the thought! But If I have to survive I will try to do any work —teaching, cooking, sewing whatever.

When we were living in Sylhet (Bangladesh) my (late) husband, and I did some bartering (or you can say exchange), of our own. Sylhet was a place where pineapples  grew in abundance.

We used to send pineapples to friends in Chittagong, and Dinajpur. In return we would get mangoes, and Lichees. We had our fill of mangoes, and Lichees in those bygone days.

Women of poor families in the village used to help my mother-in-law in housework—- cooking, doing laundry, and cleaning. In return m-I-l would give them food for the family. 

Till this day (back home), when I need fresh wheat flour, or corn flour from the village flourmill, the mill owner keeps a part of wheat, or corn in exchange for grounding the rest. 


Barter System

If the world worked on a barter system, how would you fare? Would you have services to barter? Would you be successful, or would you struggle?

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