My Mother is obsessed with potted plants.
Seriously, she's compleatly obsessed

In fact, the more that I looked around our house and yard, the more I realized the need for me to compleate this task.


Over the time span of about a week, I stole various potted plants, as well as small components of the larger potted plants, from my mother in preperation of their liberation!


Now that I had my final collection of potted plants, it was time to set them free. I considered planting them in my yard, but that felt too domestic, so I decided to plant them in a park that is a good mile away from our house, so that they could truly escape.

I found a few bushes that looked rather baren and lonely, so I decided to relese my plants there so that they would bring joy to their fellow wild plants.


At last, they are free! Free from my mother! Free from the constraining pots in which they had been so unjustly imprisoned by! At last they are free! to converse with other plants! To know the feeling of spreading ones roots. To know the feeling of procreating and multiplying to an almost unimaginable size without the constant constraints of terra cota! Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, they are free at last!