Opinion: I have never particularly liked houseplants. There were many of me and my ex, whom I will water with a kind of secret resentment with a sense of duty. They were inevitably gifts from friends.
Household plants have to be given as gifts for a thousand years of work. Typically, these plants came in excessive tweezers or wicker baskets, and they had dense shiny leaves that shone in the corners of the room. But what you give will not be as glorious as silver shoes? Or a pan just to make risotto? Or the lilies that live only one day a year, and then they go away?
Sadly, houseplants are popular despite my unreasonable dislike. Every other house I visit proudly shows them, as if they were ancient Greek statues or rare magnolias. Yet what stands out most to me is their sheer traditional setting. The fiddle leaf fig tree, one of the most common culprits, has shiny leaves that look almost artificial and reminiscent of a resort in the 1980s.
Miscellaneous Monster sells for thousands on TradeMe, due to just one genetic mutation that causes variation. Either someone is using the diverse Monsterra as a sophisticated money laundering scheme or someone is actually spending thousands on having a Monsterra with a genetic mutation in a corner of their home, and maybe their friends around Will come and say, “Oh! A diverse monster! What a rarity! What a wonderful specimen!”
* The Marlborough Farmers’ Market will open on Sunday with strict rules.
* In the spring, you will enjoy one of the oldest flowering plants in the world.
* Christchurch will not be as green and leafy as you think.
Variations in plants are not particularly rare – holly leaves are frequent, as are red clover leaves (Trifolium practice.Nor is there mania for any particular type of plant.
Victorian plant hunters (in the typical colonial style) brought rhododendrons back from Asia by ship. Plant hunting has become so competitive that perhaps someone is visiting a neighbor’s property and he will proudly show you a rare rhododendron, sitting on its own, as if to say, “Here, look at this plant! Great plant! “
At least with rhododendrons you plant it outside, in the soil, in the ground. House plants are barely plants that sit empty in small pots that are probably painted in some shade of “millennial pink” and need attention. They are plants for people who do not like gardening.
Gardening is about getting dirty and dirty and sniffing at thorns and working with the soil. It’s about responding to the seasons and trying things out and often failing. The houseplant removes it all.
There is hardly any danger of failure with the houseplant, in all its faint glow. It will remain the same day and day, and the only excitement is that another leaf is spread in all its movements.
And yet my dislike grows – houseplants are fast becoming a class signal. “Good” people have houseplants. People who morally have leather sofas and linen clothes and books. New Yorker-Supported authors are a symbol of those who “enter” the plants and eat free range chicken from Ferrero Fresh.
A normal fax will get you back ایک 69.99 at a large box outlet – these are not gardens for people. These are aesthetics for “good” people. Do these people know that biting a monster will easily get stuck in some water? Have these people heard of seeds? Who are these people?
So when I look at the houseplants with pride, as a feature, I feel vaguely ashamed of my race.
The older generation of gardeners I have learned from are outdoor gardeners. They take cuttings whenever they can (sometimes with an apologetic attitude later) and divide their plants and grow from seed and walk around their garden watching the changes every day. And so the static display of ugly, bulbous, shiny leaves in the corner of a room does nothing for me. Nor is the “forest in the room” aesthetic. Leave the forest out! Absolutely fine out in the woods!
I enjoy bringing in pots from outside the garden while their flowers are at their height for color space.
I especially enjoy doing this at night with fragrant stocks and tulips. The late American horticulturist Bani Mellon was fond of bringing his lime tree inside the house.
Why not use a growing bouquet of flowers and cut some and arrange them in a bouquet. People are often afraid to cut flowers from their plants as if the plant would protest – yet the plants are to be used.
Or why not go to your local gardens, if you don’t have one of your own, and pick up some falling tree branches and arrange an aquarium. And if someone has soil, why don’t they plant something there? And leave the fix to the more embarrassing part of history. Beautiful please