Remember the night-blooming cereus? The houseplant I inherited from my dad?
The houseplant he got as a cutting from a WWII war bride from Czechoslovakia who played bridge with my mom and dad back in the 1960s and 70s?
The houseplant my youngest sister thought of first when I offered to give my nephew a few houseplants for his new house when she immediately responded to my offer with, “Not the night-blooming cereus!”
Yes, that houseplant. That big, gangly, odd-looking houseplant that quietly sits in the corner of the sunroom and occasionally blooms in the summertime. If plants had memories…
It just got included in an article about long-lived houseplants in The Washington Post.
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I’m thinking of you, Dad, who loved gardening and accepted that cutting of the night-blooming cereus from Louisa V. so long ago. Who knew it would someday end up in an article in the newspaper?