The undeniable glamour of tropical plants is temptation indeed for gardeners who live in cold-winter climates. Those three-foot leaves; those lethal, trumpet-shaped Datura blooms--they're all Ava Gardner compared to the Doris Day domesticity of our faithful hollies and lilacs.
So in early summer we succumb, we buy, we lug them around the garden to just the right spot, we rush out with sheets as the evenings get colder. And finally we have to do it. One day turns far too chilly and we invite them to crowd indoors with us until spring.
Ava Gardner, with her long cigarette holder and her way of taking over a party, was sensational outside in a large garden. Living with her at close quarters is another matter.
Just how many times do you want your face slapped by a banana leaf as you edge your way through the dining room this winter?
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4 comments:
This is a charming, anthropomorphic commentary on a real problem for those of us without conservatories.
Welcome Catherine! And I thought I was the only one without a conservatory....
Many of us have made that awkward adjustment of housing those plants over the winter. I could imagine that the plants were as relieved as we when Spring arrived and out they went.
Welcome Janet! Thank you for taking the plant's point of view in Spring, when they are free to wave in the warm breezes once more.
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