Henry Hiding Behind Colocasia
Photograph © Kerry Michaels
This is kind of a shaggy dog story. A bit long and involved, but bear with me. So I made the mistake 9 years ago, when Henry was a puppy, of throwing weeds, which he would then attempt to catch. We've had a few disasters where he has caught my hand in his big teeth instead of the weeds. He also get frantically excited when I walk over to the woods where I pitch my weeds, sometimes waiting there for quite some time, in the hopes of catching a flying weed.
So last summer I had these beautiful colocasias or elephant ears which I over wintered in my unheated garage. As summer got long in the tooth, I realized that I had forgotten about these pots. I figured the corms were gonners, so pitched them over the fence. Fast forward to this fall, I go to pitch something over the fence and there is Henry, under the beautiful and happy colocasias which had decided to grow in the woods.
I'm not sure what the morale of this story is, or even if there is a lesson to be learned, except perhaps that plants are often tougher than we give them credit for.
Storing Tender Bulbs for the Winter by Marie Iannotti
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