My Alocasia melo bloomed today. I just love his adorable little polka-dotted winkie.
It’s easy to see how inviting the whole scene would be if you were a fly and into that sorta thing.
Though it looks like a small tree, what you see here is actually a single leaf.
If fish did sweat, I now know what it would smell like.
This is the largest of the seedlings in its new wood basket.
This is the story of my Rhaphidophora cryptantha, but it’s also about the International Aroid Society and how awesome plant people are.
How to harvest, prepare, and plant Arum seeds, even though you shouldn’t.
In the wild, this profoundly sexy act is carried out by bugs. I used a knife.
Ofttimes really unusual plants are unusual because they’re difficult to grow, but not in this case.
I have a terrible admission to make: The Monstera I’ve been taking care of for over 15 years isn’t really mine.