If you’re the kind of person who’s meticulous about what people’s first impression of your house should be, chances are, you chose very carefully the plants near your front door. I’m not meticulous in that way. I don’t really care what people’s impression of my house is. The important thing is that we’re comfortable in it.
When we bought this house, it came with a landscaped garden (I think I’ve mentioned that before). The Bangkok kalachuchi in the photo has been by the front door since day one. In fact, it was already there even before we bought the house and moved in. And while I’m awfully fastidious with the herbs and fruit trees that we have planted in the garden, I never really paid attention to the plants in front of the house.
The huge irony is that the ones that have been largely neglected are the ones that thrive without issue. A kaffir lime and a malunggay cutting have died on me but this Bangkok kalachuchi? Through typhoons and terribly hot and humid summers, it has grown. And thrived. It doesn’t always have a lot of flowers, sometimes, it even looks bald, but these days, it’s blooming.
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