Over my lifetime, I’ve killed hundreds, no, thousands of plants. Houseplants in particular. The plants I grow outside are lucky. Most are better off letting Mother Nature nurture them through the growing season. My dear African violets aren’t so lucky. Their lives depend on me, of all people, to keep them alive. I’m grateful when they reward me with their beauty.
Looking back, I remember growing African violets in my college apartment and also being the subject of a written assignment. Well, it has been a long spell between those 1970s college days at The Ohio State University’s Agricultural Technical Institute but my African violet interest has come back to life. Don’t ask me how many I have. I pick up a couple more every month at our African violet club meeting. And of course, my motherly instincts kick in when I have to rip out suckers. I CAN’T throw them away; I HAVE to pot them – which only exacerbates the overpopulation problem!
Here are a few of the cuties on the shelves (6 four-foot light fixtures) at the moment.
Thanks, Marilou. Hope all is well with you!
Absolutely beautiful! I’m jealous since my mother grew phenomenal African violets, and I’ve had no luck whatsoever.
Ann, you can grow violets – it just might take time to find what works for you. I have all mine on wicks. They water themselves – that is why they have flourished. I just keep the reservoirs filled.