Over the holidays I received two very lovely poinsettia plants as hostess gifts. Little did my well-meaning friends know that they had commited a travesty in the plant world. They were sentencing these innocent, colorful specimens to certain death. I am known far and wide as a plant slayer. Nothing escapes my cholorophyl-strangling grasp.
Well, that was until these lovelies came along. These things just won't die! They love the filtered light and cooler temps in my laundry room. They don't mind sharing the space with our dog and all of our coats and shoes.
At this rate I think I am going to have to start calling them my Valentine's poinsettias.
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