I thought that subject heading might cause a few people to scratch their heads in wonder, so permit me a moment to explain. First of all, I’ve had a love affair with the earth since I was a boy living in the woods in Quebec. I’d come home from school, drop my books on the kitchen counter, yell a quick hello and I was gone until dark. To this day, the ‘woods’ is my true home. As such I’ve loved gardening for a long time too, both indoors and out. The first apartment Marcia and I had together was above the double garage, attached to the main house. We had a large picture window in the living room and we had so many plants that several visitors to our landlady asked her if she had a greenhouse!
Marcia’s often said that all of my plants want to be trees. In one home we had a 15-foot cathedral ceiling and we had 4 plants over 10-feet tall, including FRED, our Christmas tree. In our guest bedroom we had a hibiscus plant that was basically an 8-foot diameter ball that took up half the room. We planted a Brugmansia in a pot, expecting it (as per the image that came with it) to grow about 2-feet high and have a number of white flowers. Ours grew 6 feet in a couple of months and had one flower that was nearly 2-feet long. It was a night bloomer, and every evening all four floors of the house were filled with the most amazing scent. In our last place together we had two poinsettias that re-bloomed 14 months after we got them. One of them put out 24 blossoms! So, where’s the danger in all of this you ask? Ah, I was just getting to that. Continue Reading →