I purchased this calla lily rhizome last year because it was suppose to be a brown colored flower. As you can see the color isn't brown and that is a gamble you take when you shop in big box garden centers and when you buy something that isn't blooming. You never really know what you are going to get until it flowers for you and even then you may never be able to put a name to your plant.
Last year I planted it in the ground where the foliage and flowers were masked by my nasturtiums and the plant didn't seem to be very happy. Although when I dug up the rhizomes in the fall I was surprised at how much it had reproduced below ground. I took the extra rhizomes and shared them with some of the ladies on my block who garden because they had admired the flowers in the spring.
Since I'm not a fan of pink in my garden I was more than happy to give some away to people who appreciated the color. But I was surprised by how easy I found it to give away plant material to gardeners who seemed to be the bane of my childhood. Like all the other kids in my neighborhood I got into my fair share of trouble and sometimes I got blamed for things I didn't do. There always seemed to be a pair of eyes in a garden watching every move we made, ready to tell our parents the moment we were caught doing something we weren't suppose to be doing.
The day I delivered the extra offsets I had to laugh as I stood on door steps handing the rhizomes over to their new owners because a few years behind you and a shared passion really do wonders for neighborly relations. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imaged that one day I would be talking plants with the same women who I blamed for getting grounded.
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