What does a plant-obsessed nurse do when the weather hits seventy degrees in February? He immediately runs to the local nursery to buy a new plant! Today, I begged Josh to ride with me to Pike's Nursery in Ballantyne in order to find a plant for my white ceramic pot. I had bad luck with a Christmas Rosemary, and it was my very first plant casualty. Cause of death: root rot and some whitish-bug-fly-thing infestation. I'm not too remorseful (my friend Anna has a gorgeous rosemary that is maybe 6" shy of being a tree; maybe she'll give me a cutting). Anyway, we get to Pike's and I'm immediately tachycardic and short of breath from all the gorgeous plants. I promised Josh he could pick out the plant he wanted so I held back from grabbing a dwarf juniper tree to contrast against the white pot, even though I made him look at it and consider buying it. His face totally says "No," so we continue walking through the many greenhouses they have there. I look over and spot a Fiddle Leaf Fig and almost die from surprise at how tall it is! I swear it's 10 feet tall and stretches about six feet (Here's a pic)
How would you even get that home without snapping it's fragile trunk? Even if you could, you'd have to fork out the $400 they are asking for it. I'll stick with my baby Fiddle Leaf Fig and hope it make it to that height. So, we continue sliding through the different rows of plants with Josh picking out something ugly and me scrunching up my nose so he quickly puts it down until he looks at a Bromeliad and wants to get it. At this point I'm sweating and thirsty from the humidity inside the greenhouse, and I'm like "Sure! But we need a filler to go around it." We get a recommendation for some 'Pilea' and head to check out. Of course after I pay the woman at the register tells me that they only live once and die! How can I buy a plant that dies!? I need one that lives forever! I look over a Josh and he's already made his connection to this already-dying plant, so we head home to plant it. I have now researched the heck out of Bromeliads, and not only do they die, but you have to raise their offspring! Where on Earth am I going to raise baby Bromeliads with the now twelve other plants in this apartment? I guess we could always get rid of the dining room table...
Nevertheless, I think he made a good decision, and the Pilea look so cute dangling from the edges of the pot. I placed rocks around the base to hold it upright and keep the soil from pouring out when I watered it. Stay tuned for the birth of baby "pups" as they are called!