More of the little purple and white flowers are out. If you cliken to embiggen, you can see how the flowers emerge from a sort of sheath-like structure.
Well, I haven't been able to smell any fragrance from it yet. I'll keep trying at different times of day.
I actually do have a couple of corpse flowers - voodoo lilies - but they seem to have bit the dust. Rats! (so to speak.)
I have a burning ambition to grow various amorphophallus plants, like Mr. Stinky down at Fairchild Tropical Gardens, whom I visited when in bloom a few years back. Word is, he's got a lady friend now too. That flower was about 5' tall. I hung with the curator for an hour or two, watching the spectators ebb and flow, a couple TV crews, like that. I don't think he'd slept for a week. He was on such a high, he just beamed out his joyousness and it must have glowed for miles around.
miss assassin, I'm SO glad you did that! Some of those things are not hard to do. That little trick usually works on most photos on blogs. It seems to work on all of mine. I love to do that! Suddenly you can easily see all the little details you were straining to make out before. You can just fall into the picture for hours sometimes, moving around in it.
I'm a nice quiet middle-aged former bankbuster, disabled since age 32 with a myriad of weird health issues. I love heat and humidity and odd hobbies like fossil hunting, tromping around in the Everglades, backyard bricklaying, and rescuing plants damaged by our spate of hurricanes. Oh - I like to live-blog hurricanes, too.*****
I have a wonderful life. I'm one of the happiest people I know. Why? I don't know.*****
I also have nightmare memories in my head that would send some folks around the bend. But that's another story, one I don't tell much, and I seem to have made it past the horror parts pretty well.*****
I have nothing to prove so it's hard to insult me. I know who I am. I own the space I live in - and I don't mean just my house. My life is way far from perfect, but I'm content.*****
For some readers, that would make this a boring blog. For others, my fun adventures, absurd health episodes, and particular way of looking at things keep 'em entertained enough, in the end.
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That is SPECTACULAR. Does it have a smell? I hope it doesn't smell like a cadaver...
I clickened, it embiggened! This is so very cool!
Well, I haven't been able to smell any fragrance from it yet. I'll keep trying at different times of day.
I actually do have a couple of corpse flowers - voodoo lilies - but they seem to have bit the dust. Rats! (so to speak.)
I have a burning ambition to grow various amorphophallus plants, like Mr. Stinky down at Fairchild Tropical Gardens, whom I visited when in bloom a few years back. Word is, he's got a lady friend now too. That flower was about 5' tall. I hung with the curator for an hour or two, watching the spectators ebb and flow, a couple TV crews, like that. I don't think he'd slept for a week. He was on such a high, he just beamed out his joyousness and it must have glowed for miles around.
miss assassin, I'm SO glad you did that! Some of those things are not hard to do. That little trick usually works on most photos on blogs. It seems to work on all of mine. I love to do that! Suddenly you can easily see all the little details you were straining to make out before. You can just fall into the picture for hours sometimes, moving around in it.
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