So my little bromeliad died, and my former mother-in-law (who is awesome) has given me some good advice on how to keep one alive. I thought I’d give it another try.
First step is to get a new one. Lucky for me, this doesn’t involve a trip to the garden center.
It just means I need to walk out my front door and look around.
They are everywhere. They grow on nearly every tree in the neighborhood.
They grow on most of the fences too.
They even grow on the power lines throughout the neighborhood.
Did you know they have flowers? I didn’t. Some are white, but most are every different shade of pink.
I wonder if my new little plant will ever sprout a flower? That would be pretty cool.
We walked down just one street and saw thousands of them. Some as big as soccer balls, some as tiny as grapes.
Some clinging in bunches to giant trees, some hanging airily to tiny branches.
Some with flowers, some without.
I was keeping my eye out for a fallen twig with one attached.
And guess what I spied? My new little friend laying right by my feet.
I carried him home and gave him a good dunk, then found him a new home in a glass of pebbles.
Why yes, that is a Nutella jar. I happen to have a few empty ones laying around the house. Ahem.
So my little plant has a new home, lots of light from the patio, and will get enough water. I need to poke around town and try to find some plant food. I don’t have a clue if they even sell it here because plants seem to grow like wildfire on their own (for everyone who is not me).
Wish him luck.