Over the last weeks, we’ve looked at some plants with some unusual leaves.
But on Wednesdays, we’ve also looked at my large–and ever growing–collection of “holiday” cacti, let’s call them: the plants that bloom anywhere from Columbus day up until Valentine’s day, otherwise known sometimes as zygo cactus or schlumbergera.
I am beginning to see these blogs (Instagram feeds/YouTube channels–you get the idea) pop up where folks have house plant collections that put mine to shame. They have 700 plants in a tiny studio apartment.
Or they have plants literally covering every available surface–floors, walls, ceilings–it’s just mind boggling. I know how much work my collection is. I can’t believe those folks do anything but take care of their plants. More power to them!
So then, what makes a house plant collector–or any plant collector–and does it matter?
Probably not. If you have 3 plants and they are 3 unrelated plants and you love them, that’s all that matters.
But where I am going with this post is that I tend to go through little plant fetishes (maybe that’s what I should have called it) where I get fixated on a certain group of plants and I accumulate lots of those–like the zygo cactus.
After awhile I may change my mind about what I like and start accumulating something different. It may have something to do with how well my “fetish du jour” survives or maybe a plague of insects wipes out something I have become fond of so I move on to something else.