So back to the African Violet. This was a lot of pressure. My mom had been unsuccessful in getting me a starter off the original plant so after her last visit she just left it with me. I have to admit, I wasn't exactly ready for a new plant. So much responsibility. How could I take care of one more? Would I neglect my other plants? Would the other plants get jealous and turn brown? And this one, it's so delicate, so finicky, would I have the patience for it? Am I the right kind of person to take care of such a plant?
So there it sat, right next to my sink so that I perhaps may not forget to water it. Until one day I was cleaning up and temporarily moved it to the laundry room. Well numerous loads of laundry and several days later here is what I discovered:
Yep, you see correctly. That is a bloom! My very first violet. You thought I was going to show you a dried up sad looking plant, didn't you? Well you thought wrong. Apparently, this little guy loves the laundry room. Is it the fresh laundry scent? The swooshing of the washing machine? The brief moment of attention when I have to move it to clean out the lint screen? Who knows, but whatever it is, it's working! And lest my mother should think that I just snitched some random photo off the web, here is a full shot:
Bloom on, little buddy... bloom on.