Hippeastrum 'papilio' and my reading list
Feb. 18th, 2012 12:59 pmThis bulb was a Christmas gift from my daughter-in-law. I potted it up on December 30 and it's getting ready to bloom. There are two wonderful things about this plant: 1) it's a species Hippeastrum, and 2) it's immune to the dreaded Hippeastrum mosaic virus.
They are notoriously insouciant about coming into flower, often going for years without sending up a flower scape. Given their druthers and enough space in the pot, they will offset madly. I ordered one in the late 1980s, when they were ruinously expensive, and for two years all it did was throw offsets. I must have had 20 of them. I gave the wretched thing away at last. This time, I think I'll let it offset a bit and then keep it pot-bound and see what happens.
But now, I'll see one bloom. At least once in my lifetime.

Hippeastrum 'papilio,' February 18, 2012
In other news, I am reading three books more or less at the same time. The first, Waking Up In Eden, is a memoir about working in a Hawaii botanical garden. This is in preparation for the Flower Show, of course, and I bought it because I heard Lucy talk at the PHS library. Besides, she's a former Philadelphia Inquirer reporter, which makes her a bit of a hometown girl. It's very tasty.
The second is The Enchanted April, the book on which the film of the same name is based. The librarian at PHS has put together a collection of "books for people who are hooked on Downton Abbey," and I took this one out the evening I went to hear Lucy talk. It's tasty, too, and it has become my breakfast reading, which is preferable to either the capitalist or the socialist rag we get delivered.
The third is Villette by Charlotte Brontë. Spurred by something
poliphilo wrote, I'm on a Brontë kick. I downloaded several from Kindle and am reading them on my cell phone at odd minutes. I finished the eminently forgettable Agnes Grey a few weeks ago and will move on to The Professor and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall in a bit.
They are notoriously insouciant about coming into flower, often going for years without sending up a flower scape. Given their druthers and enough space in the pot, they will offset madly. I ordered one in the late 1980s, when they were ruinously expensive, and for two years all it did was throw offsets. I must have had 20 of them. I gave the wretched thing away at last. This time, I think I'll let it offset a bit and then keep it pot-bound and see what happens.
But now, I'll see one bloom. At least once in my lifetime.

Hippeastrum 'papilio,' February 18, 2012
In other news, I am reading three books more or less at the same time. The first, Waking Up In Eden, is a memoir about working in a Hawaii botanical garden. This is in preparation for the Flower Show, of course, and I bought it because I heard Lucy talk at the PHS library. Besides, she's a former Philadelphia Inquirer reporter, which makes her a bit of a hometown girl. It's very tasty.
The second is The Enchanted April, the book on which the film of the same name is based. The librarian at PHS has put together a collection of "books for people who are hooked on Downton Abbey," and I took this one out the evening I went to hear Lucy talk. It's tasty, too, and it has become my breakfast reading, which is preferable to either the capitalist or the socialist rag we get delivered.
The third is Villette by Charlotte Brontë. Spurred by something
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