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Just, you know, stuck in among the zinnias
So my mother brought home this plant. She found it in Stop & Shop. It was the only one of its kind. We have no idea what it is. I thought at first it was a mother-in-law's tongue, but the flower is all wrong; it's not any of the snake plants, or at least none that I know; it has a label and the label reads "Manager's Special." I am having Little Shop of Horrors flashbacks like you wouldn't believe.
These are better pictures of an appallingly cluttered table than of the plant, but you get the idea.
It is probably something quite ordinary, but I'll hear suggestions . . .
Meanwhile, I am still sick. It's some kind of head cold; my ears hurt so much, I haven't been able to talk on the phone. Today was mostly comprised of running some errands, watching two more episodes of Foyle's War (which won points with me for involving, respectively, the Special Operations Executive and Archibald McIndoe), and realizing to my horror that I can still write up thumbnail descriptions of characters in the Belgariad and Mallorean despite avoiding those books in all substantive ways since middle school. I hadn't even remembered liking Sadi. My brain.
These are better pictures of an appallingly cluttered table than of the plant, but you get the idea.
It is probably something quite ordinary, but I'll hear suggestions . . .
Meanwhile, I am still sick. It's some kind of head cold; my ears hurt so much, I haven't been able to talk on the phone. Today was mostly comprised of running some errands, watching two more episodes of Foyle's War (which won points with me for involving, respectively, the Special Operations Executive and Archibald McIndoe), and realizing to my horror that I can still write up thumbnail descriptions of characters in the Belgariad and Mallorean despite avoiding those books in all substantive ways since middle school. I hadn't even remembered liking Sadi. My brain.