Back in October, on the advice of my learned sister Rosie, I bought some Brugmansia plants. They grew very well until I re-potted them. I went to the I guess Garden Center but that term doesn’t really do justice to the Japaneseness of the place. I wanted to buy some earthy stuff to fill up the bigger pots into which I was to place my flourishing Brugmansia. Alack, the dangers of illiteracy for I bought a very nice looking sack of stuff that turned out to be highly concentrated pig shit. Into this I placed my Brugmansia and went to California for Christmas.
On my return the poor plants were in decline and the leaves in fall. The power of the pig shit had burned their roots and I thought they would die. I re-potted again murmuring ancient flower apology prayers and ringing a little bell. It worked. After a few weeks they started to grow again. Look at them now.
Anyway, this morning as I drank my coffee, I had a good look at my plants and to my surprise I find 3 Brugmansia flowers coyly hiding behind the foliage.
This makes me unreasonably happy. It augurs a spring of flowers and scent. By the way it is still February.
I then looked at the sea.
Spring Has Sprung
“Though the bed has a spring sprung
Outside April has sprung spring. ”
I have waited for Spring to see if the trees outside my house will sprung. They were severely beaten up by the typhoons last year however I assumed they would spring into life once Spring sprung. I now have severe doubts. I think they have been killed.