At 10:01 PM 3/1/98 -0600, you wrote: > OK, so my mom's in the hospital. Blood infection from bungled care and >belated surgery on her big toe - nothing really scary, except she doesn't >drive anymore and the twice-a-day x 45-minute IV antibiotic infusion would >have had her baby brother spending half each day hauling her to and fro. > After a week or so it seems like about time to go out and water the large >tubbed hibiscus and oleander in the southeast bedroom plus the two abutilons >and a few others here & there - which she basically just puts up with because >she has room for them (in the house as well as on the back sidewalk over >summer) and I don't. > > Anyway, what've I got in the greenhouse that really isn't supposed to be >there and might be appropriate? The freeform 7'W x 4'H red bougainvillea >espalier (in a 10" basket) is a bit much (wouldn't fit in the cab anyway). >'Maid of Orleans' jasmine is barely recovered from my having nearly killed >it outdoors last summer, and if a fiftieth of those buds open the whole >floor will have to break windows to breathe (even if they aren't - heh - >on a respirator... never thought about that). > > So I settle on a 'Texas Dawn' bougainvillea about the size of a 5-bushel >basket on a 3' trunk, so covered with bloom you can't see the leaves (also >in your basic beat-to-hell WalMart hanging basket, with an old fiberglass >arrow shaft for a stake). The ladies at the desk & nurses station cre^H^H^H ><vulgar expression for 'are impressed'>. A trail of shed bracts follows me >the length of the hall... over the next week the person who cleans the room >will come to hate this plant. > The recipient attempts to hide her mortification by protesting that >there's nowhere to put it, but it fits nicely atop the shared dresser >overshadowing a modest pot of needlepoint ivy belonging to her former >co-worker (and former friend) in the other bed. > > To my credit, I did instantly realize that this innocent offering (hell, >it just _grew, it's not as though I even grew it) was about as tasteful as a >'57 Cadillac replica done in gold roses at The King's tomb.... but since I'm >going to plant this and the other one out there this summer and restart them >from cuttings, I wasn't about to haul it back to Manhattan, and made the >mistake of saying as much. > > BK--- > >So now the 2900 people who stopped by to see it (in a town of about 3000) >think her son is doing his PhD on whether pink bougainvilleas are hardy in >central Kansas.... stay tuned for this and other startling new developments >in cutting-edge southern plains horticulture. > Hope your mom is doing better by now, regardless of the Giant Mutant Bougainvillea. When my mom was ill once I took her a blooming amaryllis in a porcelain pot. She had always loved them when I was a kid. This time she decided to be hard-nosed and tossed it out a third-story window at the hospital. Damn near crowned the administrator. Look out for flying pink and red things next time you visit. George