Fri, 10 August 2007
My hibiscus tree is in full bloom. I told you last week about my myrtle ... I guess every plant has a story ... or, at least, I have a story for just about everything I've ever planted...
We bought this hibiscus as a sickly sapling about 15 years ago. It was on sale, and something about it looked promising, even though it looked as it had just been cured of some kind of insect attack.
I planted it on a low-maintenance side of our property (actually, our property could be described as all low-maintenance). The hibiscus tree - with soft, crumply pink-lavender flowers - struggled for the first five-ten years. But it always came back the next year, and managed to come through with some splendid blooms.
Last year, we had a decrepit white birch cut down - that's always the key. A little bit more sun, maybe the hibiscus was ready, who knows.
But this year, for the first time, the hibiscus really looks like a tree. It looks as if it more than doubled its size from last year. All feels good in this tiny corner of the cosmic. The hibiscus has claimed its proper place.
Category:Cosmos -- posted at: 5:25pm EDT