This is my oldest holiday or zygo cactus, also known as a schlumbergera. It’s probably at least 20 years old. And despite the post headline, if you look at the bud and bloom shown together in this photo, you’ll notice that they are the same color.
The other two plants on this windowsill, not so much. The pale pink one that you see in this joint photo? Its early buds are white. It currently has no buds so I can’t show you that.
And these attractive pink buds look like they belong to my ancient 20 year old zygocactus, don’t they?
This is how they open.
So the moral of this story is to try to ensure that the plant you acquire has an open flower so that you know what you’re getting–unless you like surprises!
Every year about this time I post about these pretty red and green plants, calling them “anti-poinsettias.”
These are aglaonemas, otherwise known as Chinese Evergreens. You often see them sold in pretty green and white varieties. I almost brought one of those home the other day, but it was so cold that I wasn’t sure that I could safely transport it from the store to my car so I will wait until warmer temperatures–in other words, July, in my part of the world!
Poinsettias don’t do well in my house. Like many New Englanders, we keep our house too cold for the heat loving plant from Mexico. So I have learned to stop killing them, and I grow these, which will tolerate my chilly low 60s.
Here’s another variety, a pinker version, that’s about to bloom as well.
And the best part about these plants? Once the holidays are over, they’re still lovely to look at!
Usually I feature photos of zygo cacti here. I got to noticing how lovely their pistils and stamens were–like little fireworks. Enjoy!
Last Wednesday you may remember this zygo cactus from my “Happy Thanksgiving” Wordless Wednesday. It was hovering over a plush turkey that I am ridiculously fond of, for some reason.
The reason I am calling this post “juxtaposition” is because the cultivar name on the zygo cactus is ‘Christmas Fantasy.’ And yet, this year, it’s the earliest of my collection to bloom. Maybe that’s the fantasy.
Then there’s this: an orchid whose name is bigger than it is. It goes by the ridiculous moniker of Elizabeth Ann Bucklebery FCC/AOS.
It looks as if it should have bloomed at Halloween, with its somewhat creepy flowers.
I guess if I insist on forcing bulbs, I shouldn’t object when plants do their own thing on their own schedules!