Re: Trees Plants flowers and shrubs in Toronto, a green futu
That reminds me - I gotta tidy the garden.
I bought a potted plant at a garage sale ages ago when I lived in the apartment on Cambridge. Much later I bought a house on the same street, so it moved back to the old neighbourhood.
It was a weedy thing with long spiky leaves that hung down and sometimes frayed at the ends and turned brown. Not much of a looker. My partner and I called it Audrey, after the plant in 'Little Shop of Horrors'. We also had a huge Boston fern, Charley, that hung from the apartment ceiling, getting lots of southern light. Both plants moved to the house.
Audrey sat in a pot at the foot of the stairs. Charley sat in a slim metal plant stand in front of the window, leaves spilling out all around.
But neither seemed happy in their new home. Audrey almost stopped growing. Charley's leaves turned pale and then brown and he began to shrink.
In '95 we had a dining room table and chairs made. Ambrose liked to entertain, so it made sense. There was no longer any room for Charley in his elegant stand by the window. And Audrey was, frankly, becoming an embarrasment.
One day I took Charley out of his stand. I lifted him gently out of the plastic pot. I was surprised to see he was all roots and no soil. Only the water and plant food had been keeping him going. I cut off all his leaves and threw them in the back garden, I yanked his root ball out of the pot and did the same with it. Bye-bye Charley.
I cut Audrey's slim stalk in bits, chopped up her leaves and threw the body parts into the back garden, too. No more Audrey.
Ambrose was in mourning for weeks.
One day I came home and found he'd bought a huge aquarium and had put it in the serving area between the kitchen and the living room. It was full of exotic fish. The gurgling and bubbling of the air thing was incessantly annoying. But I knew I had to put up with it.