I’m told I tend to “over love” my plants. I like that answer. I keep searching for a plant that needs to be watered every day, maybe several times, majorly fussed over, than able to be left on its own for weeks at a time. Something tells me, however, that I’d find some crafty way to inadvertently torture then kill that, too. (And people wonder why I don’t have a dog.)
Look how pretty….
Fern leaf lavender. I’m already in love.
Crappy camera notwithstanding, can you see the precious little purplish-gray flowers sprouting out like Fourth of July sparklers? Just darling.
What you, Reader, CANNOT experience even through the best camera, is the smell of this lovely plant. It’s strong, soupy and sweet and floral-y-ish. Longing for this heady scent in my living room, I read last night about how to potentially grow said shrubbery indoors. Um, strongly discouraged. I took the hint and she went back outside to brave the sweltering heat like a little champ.
/sigh/ Fingers crossed for this wee dude.