The first picture is of a money plant, so called for how the seedpods look like a silver dollar; I sowed some inside that planter box 15 years ago, never again, and to this day there are a few upstarts. This year they’re growing on the outside of the box, just to be cute. I guess I got my money compounded with being interesting over the years.
Meantime. Someone my husband works with stopped by last night, and I was all prepared: I’d found the perfect one. Plastic pot–no ring of white growing on clay. Needed watering–no damp spots on the floor of his car. The stalk just starting–no top-heavy tipping over while he would be taking it home.
We showed him the huge dark red amaryllis in the kitchen so he could see what this plant in this pot I was offering him was all about. Then the Hercules amaryllis in the living room. I told him I thought his was red but I wasn’t sure; it should bloom in about two weeks.
“I’ll stop by your house more often!” he grinned. And he took it home in great delight, eager to show his family.
