I love my Ivy. This plant was a gift 9 years ago, from the girls I worked with when my Grandmother passed away. It has been the best plant. It has been trimmed many times and has started many small ivy plants that have been given away. It put up with abuse from me when my children were small and I couldnt dedicate the attention to it that I would have liked and now it is flourishing. It reminds me daily of my Grandmother and her green thumb and I like to think that maybe she is helping me keep it going...
(dont look at the dust on the lamp though :))
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