Houseplants and I have never gotten along. I can grow beautiful flowers and lushious berries and wonderful vegetables outside but my green thumb gets checked at the mudroom door. I don't know why. I have killed every plant that has ever entered the house. Really!
Having said this, I was given a very special plant at Christmas. My dad brought me an African Violet started from his mother's African violets. These family plants have been growing for over fifty years. Now one was brave (or foolish ) enough to enter my front door!
Alas, it is still green! And not only that, it's blooming beautifully!
Maybe it's because I keep pleading with it not to keel over. Maybe there is hope for my indoor green thumb after all. Maybe it's having it's last hoorah before it dies. We will have to wait and see. Still, I'm hopeful. And it's so pretty!