growing somewhere

I keep a little collection of "still lifes" around my home. They just feel right when I shabby chic them together. Then I live with them for a while. Years sometimes. And then, like today, I "get" them. Vintage suit cases. A bucket with long-since-live branches from a tree I saw some kids break them from. A plant that grows in this room despite less-than-favorable conditions. Heart-shaped rocks. Looks like I'm growing somewhere.