Wednesday, November 16, 2011
This Christmas cactus is the only houseplant I haven't managed to murder.
As soon as it's vaguely warm out, I take him to the patio and overlook him for three months. He is used to neglect as I don't do much for him during the rest of the year either. I guess the vagaries of Chicago's summer and my poor memory suit him to a T.
In October, after a good scrub, he resumes his place in the living room and blooms like mad. As soon as the blossoms fall off, he becomes depressed and goes all droopy until it's time to live outside again.
This sounds quite a bit like me, actually.
I divided this plant earlier this year. His twin, currently being neglected at our daughter's house, is blooming happily.
Have you had luck with houseplants? Have a favorite? Leave me a comment.