Are you ready for spring? I am. So are my houseplants.
Would you believe that I trimmed my plant forest in December? The monstrous aloes are under control now, but the other plants have surged in to take up all the available sun-space.
Many of my plants are adoptees from my 98-year-old grandmother. People bring her plants as gifts, and she isn't up to taking care of all of them, so she passes the older ones along to me. The pink one, the coleus, is from her. (Actually all of the plants in this photo are from her.)
Coleus fuchsia is a happy-making colour, especially when sunlight turns the leaves into stained glass. It's a lively plant; it has been trimmed many times, but it never quits growing back. And, after living with me for around 4 years or so, it surprised me recently by flowering for the first time.
Amazing! Teeny purple flowers looking like baby shoes came out of nowhere. I mean, think about it. They're made of re-organized dirt. It's pretty incredible.
The African violet is getting ready to bloom again.
So is this plant, whose name I might have known once but have forgotten:
Its flowers are big and floppy, have around five petals, and are orangey-red.
Even the old spider plant has produced a baby spider. I'll prepare a pot for it soon so that it can put down its own roots. I bet my mom would like to adopt it
Everything is growing, including my hair. Do you maybe remember that last winter I decided to grow it out from a very short pixie cut? Well, the bottom layer is down to my shoulders now. This morning I decided to play with it. I've never tried doing a French braid on myself before, so why not now? Here are the results:
Not bad for a first try, I think. Now I just need to get some flowers to grow out of my head and I'll be bee-yoo-tiful. Maybe if I just sit in the sun for a while...