This bloomed in my house yesterday. It grows on a vine that looks similar to a lipstick plant (thick juicy leaves though a little bigger) and I have no idea what it is. Two blooms like this in a hanging plant about 5 foot long.
It (kind of unfortunately) smells like chicken broth, peanut butter, and bean sprouts.
Being done classes has meant that I have a little more time again, and though I’m looking forward to returning to work on a MFA in the fall, it’s been nice to have the morning free before slogging it out on the computer then teaching. (Always on one keyboard or the other)
A number of my students are playing J.S.Bach’s Inventions, so I cleared off the harpsichord of notes for the novel and more than a few glasses/mugs/plants. It’s just a kit, but more apartment friendly then a piano (as is the tiny pump organ beside it) and I’ve developed a weird affection for it.
I also dragged out “Darwin’s Bastards” collection by Zsuzsi Gartner because Sheila Heti has a story in it and she’s reading and being interviewed by Lee Henderson tomorrow. (Check it out here: Open Space) And yes, that is an overgrowen pitcher plant behind the book.
New addition to the big pink block; the place is close to a jungle. Gardenia, one of 250 flowering species of coffee (wikipedia) UPDATE: I’m sorry to say this good friend succumbed to spider mites recently. We’ll miss you Gardenia, your glossy leaves! You made the house smell better.
The orange tree has budded and raised fourteen juniors: mini-mandarins! (But so sour!)