Sketch of the Week

While most of my plants have had to adjust to the dryness of the Roswell atmosphere, at least one of them is thriving:

This is my spider plant. My grandmother gave it to me about two or three years ago, telling me "you can't kill it, so you should be fine with it." (I'm no horticultural expert, but I haven't killed that many plants). It was just a tiny thing then, but in the years since, it has grown substantially, and sprouted several hatchlings of its own. It's been hauled to Vermont, Maine, and now New Mexico, but it possesses a resilience that's nothing short of admirable.

Guess my grandmother was right.