I’d had an ivy growing in the bathroom the last time I was a resident in this city. She’d established herself well, taking over much of the bath and climbing up the shower towards the window, where I’m pretty sure she was planning an escape. And then I interrupted her life by taking her north, where the shock, and likely intimidation of her wilder northern siblings, saw her all but deflate and die before we reached February.
I love the thought of this hardy and opportunistic evergreen being grown indoors. I’m not the only one. Our Pagan ancestors would bring ivy, along with holy, inside during the darker months and use it as decoration. I know one rather marvellous woman who uses ivy to decorate her house every Christmas. There is something about bringing the outside-IN that can illuminate and strengthen our connection to nature, showing us that all is not quiet and dead outside. Nature is always providing us with something to celebrate.
Ivy has long been associated with fertility and fidelity. It is known as a plant that binds, with other plants, buildings, or whatever material it finds itself near. Interestingly to me it is a symbol of survival and determination. And whilst it will thrive outdoors in practically any environment, bringing it indoors means a little TCL is needed, mainly in the form of watering. Sometimes we need these evergreens to take root inside. Sometimes we need to see something so common in another environment, in a wholly different light, to truly appreciate its beauty. And sometimes we need to tend for that which we think is unbreakable and robust.