Consequences of neglect.

When I took my festive decorations down on 12th Night I also moved my poinsettia, which was looking a little tired, accidentally leaving it in the spare room, forgotten. I discovered it on Friday looking very sorry for itself, did a little judicious pruning, gave it a good water and left it in the kitchen which is probably a little warmer than everywhere else... when I got home from work tonight it was like a whole new plant! Maybe I should neglect it more often? ;)

It's nice to have a bit of colour at this time of year. Apparently with a little care the coloured bracts can last until Easter or later. I suspect that's a little ambitious... if mine survives until the end of the month I shall consider it an achievement!


The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.
Gertrude S. Wister