Friday, March 28, 2008
Day Late, Buck Short: Faux Shamrocks!
If only plants could talk. Imagine how gorgeous our gardens would be.
Of course, in my case this would be more painful than raising a dozen teenagers. Non-stop complaining and an incessant battle of wills. Because I know ~ I just know ~ they would accuse me of never understanding their needs.
I scooped up this pretty little baby the day after St. Patrick's. Like most of my houseplants, she was half dead on the dollar table of a local store. These folks simply cannot get their heads around the fact that they should water the plants they sell.
Since she was a Shamrock, or so I thought, I watered her a bunch and put her far away from the sunny window.
Turns out she loves sun, prefers dry soil and flowers, too! Bright pink blossoms showed up as soon as I (accidently) placed her in the sunny window.
* If you ask me, the name Iron Cross, like most plant names, is pretty inappropriate for such a dainty little bloomer. It refers to the shape of the leaves. (zone 9)