Then there is this beautiful Art Deco house that I make a point of walking past whenever I walk to the grocery store, just because I love it. There is another, similar house, painted white, that doesn't quite manage to capture the imagination the same way compared to this one.
As much as I love flowers, I have a hard time with flowering plants. They come home from the garden centre with lovely blooms. The blooms fade and die, as they do. Then, nothing. I am left with a pot full of greenery that never blossoms again. I had a begonia that I fussed over for at least 15 years that grew lovely leaves and was divided into several pots, but nary a blossom ever after its first bloom. I think I inherited that from my mother who always said she could never grow flowering plants.
But she could grow African Violets. She had dozens of them lined up on her north facing windowsill in the living room. Little pots of cuttings lined her kitchen windowsill. And she was rewarded with glorious blooms that were the envy of the neighbours. After she passed way, we divided the violets up and I came home with four of them. Three were in bloom. A friend gave me three more in the mistaken belief that I liked African Violets and would be pleased to have more. I wasn't. But I kept them anyway, waiting for the blooms to fade to dust. Two of the plants obligingly died, leaving four with glorious but boring (in my opinion) leaf growth. I must admit to not taking their care too seriously.
So, you can imagine my surprise, when I spotted this one morning while giving it some much needed water. A BUD!
Then TWO BUDS!
Which has now become this
I have placed the other three surrounding it, so they can watch in wonder and perhaps get some competitive ideas...
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