By the time I was reminded it might like to go out, it was summer already, if we can call that the wet season that's just ended. The plant is happy, growing, and as majestic as it gets. While showing no sign of blooms, which one would imagine equally impressive, it is by all means thriving, in a pot with no hole—a repurposed vase. Soon I'll have to take the monster back in, and ideally take cuttings, if I can be arsed.
But for now I'm enjoying its foliage, and will to live, while having no understanding why it's all going so well. And that is comforting, in strange ways.
Labels: green babies