So there’s a drought. On the bright side, the Brugmansia I tried hard to grow for 9 years or so is finally doing well, so well in fact, that it has taken over a small portion of my yard. That’s what happens when you plant something in the right place. It also helps there is a drought and the temperature hasn’t dropped below 49 degrees all winter and NOW it’s spring and no end to all this great weather in sight. Damn, oh well.
All these perfect conditions caused my angel trumpet to grow and grow and creep up the stairs to my tenant’s apartment. My tenant is so sweet she would never come right out and say,” Why don’t you trim that stupid plant? I practically need a machete when I walk down the stairs!” She would say things like “Do you need some help with yard work? I could start right over there by the stairs to my apartment.” or “Wow! That plant sure has grown! I can barely find my way up to the apartment.” Every morning the poor girl has to climb down the stairs and under my Brugmansia like Snow White in the dark forest, the branches grabbing her hair and pulling at her nice work clothes. I’m sure she expected me to be waiting at the bottom of the steps with a hairy wart on my nose and a red shiny apple.
At the beginning of the “winter season,” assuming the plant would die back on its own, I cut the branches back. But with this year’s absence of winter, the Brugmansia just kept growing and blooming and blooming and growing. Mirror, mirror on the wall who has the fairest Brugmansia of all? Tis my Brugmansia and it’s time to cut her back again.
Maybe we will actually have a winter next year.
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