|Hens and chicks, over which I futz|
The moving killed everything I owned and everything that came into my apartment. I stopped buying plants but one day, Mike and I were at the Gardens of Getsemane in Chicago and I saw a fiddle leaf fig. It was small, in a four-inch pot, and I wanted it. I told Michael that if I bought it and it died, that was it: No more plants again in my life.
Surprise! It flourished. Within 10 months I had to get it repotted. Another year went by and it was again repotted. I moved into this place and while it took the move hard, the upper leaves have been growing. I acquired a lower table. I then got another plant-- a weird thing that is a version of mother in laws tongue but the leaves? Fronds? are all round and pointy at the tips. I'd been doing very well. So I decided another fig would do it and got a mini-fiddle leaf fig. I went to greenhouse with my sister and brother-in-law and I got three other plants, and then I gave my sister some money to get me a lemon-lime scented gernanium.
Everything's growing! I futz over them. The begonia seems to be ready to make its move and take over my apartment -- it's doubled in size since I got it. It's immense with many blooms.
So now I can share that I am not a fan of drapey houseplants that give off many flowers. Upright with flowers is okay. Small trees like the figs are great. The hens and chicks it absolutely fine. But if you're gonna be a flowering begonia in my home, you need to be at attention at all times. That Tuberous begonia is happy, though, and will be with me for a long time. My green thumb is back! Welcome back to the world of the living.
And no, I do not name my houseplants.