Some years I leave my potted angel wing begonia on the screened porch all year and try to remember to toss a blanket over it on extremely cold nights. The plant always manages to survive, but it does look peaked sometimes. This past year, it was the summer heat that really did a number on it. Not knowing what temperatures winter might bring, I was afraid to let it remain out there, so we brought it inside around Thanksgiving and put it in front of a bedroom window.
It convalesced, to say the least.
Recently, when I asked Dearly Beloved to put it back on the porch for the summer, he resisted, telling me, “No, no, I think it looks good in here. I like it right where it is.”
Really?
REALLY?
WOW. I would keep the pups out of vine reach….
That plant wants OUT! It is trying to escape any way it can… and most unattractively, I might add.
Can you hum “Little Shop, Little Shop of Horrors”? You have a monster on your hands.
Indeed! About the monster… did you mean the plant or the husband?
Will you be mad if I start singing something from Little Shop of Horrors?
Ha. And Begonia was the word my son spelt incorrectly at the last round of his Spelling Bee. We still make fun of him for that.
Sing along with Jincey!
Ouch! The LAST round? That’s quite a speller you have on your hands, begonia notwithstanding.
I think your DB is afraid to go near it.
Kim
LOL! You’re exactly right. I think it may have something to do with that fact that the planter is really heavy. Like Andy advised about Aunt Bea’s homemade pickles, he learned to love it.
Are you safe?? I’d sleep with something sharp or maybe a small bottle of Roundup. Beware.
To repeat an overused phrase, “One picture is worth a thousand words.” I am totally impressed.
This plant definitely took steroids! No more “Miracle Grow” in it’s water if you know what i mean ;0
If you do move it to the porch, you better start knitting a humongous blanket to toss over. No regular blanket would cover that giant!
Shoot! I came over here to be clever and say “Little Shop of Horors” but I see I’m way too late!
Wow! You must have some green in your thumb!
At the very least it means you don’t have to draw the curtains. Although, admittedly, the poor thing is a bit spindly from all that effort to escape.