Right now, in mid-July, the roses are taking a mid-season rest, while the daisies—coneflowers, coreopsis and Shastas—take center stage. I love them all, but at this moment I am absolutely infatuated with the streptocarpus plants that are currently strutting their flowery stuff on my covered front porch. The name “streptocarpus” is awful, invoking virulent sore … Read more
Like most couples, my parents compromised on various issues throughout their marriage. One of the most significant centered on flowers. My mother wanted flowers in the house 365 days a year. My father did not want to go broke providing them. The compromise, which took place before I was old enough to know about it, … Read more
“Streptocarpus” is an awful plant name, suggestive of sore throats and other maladies that can only be cured by antibiotics. In reality, if a plant lover is infected with a yen for streptocarpus, the malady may prove to be long-lasting and pleasant. Streptocarpus is commonly known as “Cape primrose”, a much better name that invokes … Read more
The other day I felt the familiar pangs of plant love at first sight. This has happened often over the years because I have a fickle heart and endless curiosity about beautiful and unfamiliar plants. Most of the time these sudden crushes result in good plant acquisitions. A few have turned out badly, but I … Read more
So often in botanical circles plants with lovely common names, like shooting stars or Peruvian lilies, have absolutely awful-sounding botanical names. Cape primrose is a case in point. Botanically speaking, it is known as Streptocarpus, which sounds dangerously close to streptococcus, the bacteria that causes strep throat. Some streptocarpus is so beautiful that it will … Read more
