Changed My Mind

So, after the butter chicken / saag paneer / shrimp madras feast last night, Miriam and I swung by those two convenience stores on Gerrard that seem to be highly competitive regarding plants this time of year. When I drive by this corner, I hear Dueling Banjos in my head. Two Asian owners trying to out supply the neighbourhood in greenery.

They were the only places I could think of that might have a decent plant/flower at 8:30 p.m. on a Saturday. One of them was open and I was utterly charmed by a yellow flower in a pot.

Me to Store Owner: This is really lovely - what kind of plant is it?

Store Owner, smiling broadly and helpfully: I have no idea! (laughter)

OK. Even though I'm the worst indoor or outdoor gardener in the world, as evidenced by the fact that I killed two of Martina's plants since she moved to Chicago, I've changed my plans because I'm quite smitten with this little plant. At first, I thought, well, I'll plant it here on the grounds of the building, somewhere inconspicuous. I looked around and didn't see a spot where someone wouldn't come along and point and say, "Contravenes our rules!" and yank it out. Then I thought, ok, I'll put it here in my window box. Then I looked at the window box and realized it needs more maintenance than I have the time or patience for today. Then, finally, I have decided to put it in one of the pots recently vacated by one of Martina's sorry bits of greenery. She was reasonably forgiving of me last weekend, but I doubt she'll leave anything green in my care again.

Like a lover who has jumped in bed before a suitable introduction, I am now staring shyly at this thing and wondering if it has a name. Instructions for care and feeding? A temperament to be considered? (Danica? Help!)

Pretty Flower

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Pretty Flower

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