Back home, in my little apartment, I always had lots of potted plants. Everybody does there … It’s just a tradition/custom. It has changed a little from flowering plants to green ones. When you drive around out in the countryside, you can almost see where there’s some little old lady living — the windows will be full of blooming geraniums, African Violets or some such. In the late 60’s, I think it was, people started to switch over to green plants like ficus and the likes.
All windows, in all homes and apartment complexes have windowsills with space enough for plants. This is a kitchen window from an apartment, where I lived 2001.
When Gerry came to see me in Sweden, in the Fall of 2003, I didn’t have all that many plants because my cat had more or less killed all of them. They fell down so many times so I think finally they just gave up.
I had two favourite plants: what you here call the ‘prayer plant’ [we call them Moses’ Tablets in Swedish 🙂 ] and gardenia. I find them very hard to get a hold of here. In Quebec I eventually found a prayer plant in some store … I think it was either Walmart or Zeller’s — in any case, a totally unexpected place.
Here, I’ve asked around for both but haven’t had any luck … until around Hallowe’en! In the grocery store they’d put together lots of these groups in baskets. In one of them I found a little prayer plant together with a croton and something else. Eventually, I’ll separate it and give it a pot of its own … nurse it to become big and fine-looking like the one I had in Quebec.
The hunt for a gardenia goes on. They are a little difficult to take care of, but it’s well worth the hassle! Nothing like the scent of a gardenia in bloom … especially when you’ve been away for the day and get back … as soon as you open the door you can smell it.