roots and flying the coop and a mother's worrisome nature

I recently divided and repotted an expanding aloe plant and was shocked to find that there was almost no root base at all. Too much water from a too wet summer? Or is this just it's way? I don't have enough of a green thumb to know the answer. At any rate, they seem to be holding their own. First shocked but now beginning to thrive in their new homes so I'm inclined to believe the latter. Maybe.



This weekend didn't turn out at all as planned. (studio. painting.) Instead we suddenly found that my model's long awaited university apartment has become available. She's moving on. Flying the coop. Next week!

And so (instead of painting and sewing) we ran about like chickens with no heads all weekend. All of us. Even Dad.

I know. God knows it's time. They should fly the coop. I worry and fret. Dad worries (but hides it well). We both cry a little inside. Bittersweet.

Are her roots deep enough? Will she thrive? How often will we see her? And how much calling is too much?


Oh. Did I mention that she'll be living a whopping fifteen minutes away?

(Psst...in the picture, she's working on a knock off of this. Turned out beautiful, btw)