Last month I posted photos of an Amaryllis blooming.
I expected it to be a peach color. I have many reds and whites.
I wrote to the supplier and told them that the bulb I ordered,
Amaryllis Exotica, had turned out to be a double red/white.
Their emailed reply stated that they were sorry
that the bulb BLOOMED INCORRECTLY and that they would ship another.
I just received an email that a new bulb was being shipped at no cost to me.
Now folks, really?
Why not admit that a person packed and shipped the wrong bulb?
Why blame the poor bulb?
What is this world coming to, when we blame a plant instead of a person?
Let’s admit that a mistake was made.
I will let you know if the new bulb BLOOMS CORRECTLY in a few months.
Don’t get me wrong northern friends,
I am enjoying these days of 70 and even 80 degrees here in North Carolina.
My bunnies are very happy to get out in their yard almost every day.
But I am a biologist and a plant mama.
I have been keeping garden journals of this same garden since 1996.
It’s too early for all the growth I am seeing.
I fear a freeze will kill much of this growth back.
Some plants have “back-up buds”, but many don’t.
I am glad that I brought in more plants than usual this year.
I always fear a hard winter.
How ironic that I have saved these stowaways from a pseudo spring instead.
Tete a Tete
Plectranthus friend seems to be mealy-bug free after the musical cleansing.
All the attention lead to a growth spurt, then a potting up and a pruning. Now it is almost as tall as the Exotica Amaryllis.
I love purple. Not only are its tiny blooms lavender and purple,
but the leaves have a dark purple underside.
This plant has spent the winter indoors by a sunny window.
It is a Zone 10 from South Africa. I am in Zone 7.
I put this in the same category with dyed chicks at Easter.
Somebody ‘splain this to me.
Feel free to sing this song as you murder mealy bugs.
I have taken the liberty to augment the lyrics of Roberta Flack’s hit from the 1970’s.
Inspecting my plant with a hand lens.
Looking for patches of fluff.
Killing them softly with Q-tips.
Killing the mama and her babes.
Smashing the eggs sacs with my tweezers.
Washing off Honeydew with Blue Dawn.
FLOWER sings while she kills pests.
I will take flowers in any form during the winter.
I found these Royal Vale flower plates today in a “Treasure” shop.
I usually buy little plates as drainage trays for my indoor pots.
These are too pretty for that. Oh no, where will they go?
FLOWER (Plate fetish and plant fetish)
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