Monday, January 16, 2012
I am pondering this plumeria. It is not mine. I was searching for the name of the plant in the following photo:
Now I do own a plumeria. Here it is, in the shade of a rubber tree leaf:
This is not the first go round I've had with plumeria. Or the first kindly lady.
It did leaf out in August and was looking pretty strapping by September, but as soon as I brought it inside-- despite the greenhouse warmth and sun -- the leaves began to droop and fall off. I probably should be content that I still have sticks that appear to be alive. That's a first. And I really should not be troubling myself with what color the flowers might be if the sticks actually blossomed. I think they're supposed to be pink...or maybe yellow. Could be white. I lost the tag.
Meanwhile, some other plants are doing wonderfully.
The Meyer lemon is loaded with pink-tinged white blossoms and the pink hibiscus has budded out -- the first flower opened this morning.
The kalancho is also starting to bloom in a pot otherwise filled with cuttings of coleus, geranium and some unidentified trailing stuff.
New! Is the stephanotis:
And then...a bud popped open. And I happened to inhale. And before I knew it I was scurrying home in the frigid air bundling the stephanotis inside my jacket for warmth.
I am trying to convince myself of the practicality of this purchase -- somewhat as I convinced myself of the practicality of the $40 kumquat I planted last summer when I went shopping for a single petunia -- just one! It appears from the tag (that I still have!) that I can provide the right combination of indirect sunlight and not too warm nights to keep it alive. Paperwhites die! Bouquets provide mere days of happiness! I COULD have this plant forever or for, at any rate, months or years. It's possible.
And oh the greenhouse smell, between this and the lemon and the African gardenia (which isn't worth photographing, the flowers are so insignificant, if pungent)...
One last thing: