Albert's Greenhouse

So one of the problems of being an anal plant person like me is that people give me plants. Not a problem, you say? Well ... the enjoyment I get from my plants comes from knowing where they're from and how they fit into the great framework of nature - if I get a really neat plant that I cannot identify, all that great vicarious experience of world travel and oneness with nature is gone.

So I get these plants with no label and no specific cultural information, but with the expectation that they'll be thriving and multiplying in a place of honor the next time my plant friend happens by. They're either something a common as grass, or something so random that I have no hope of ever finding its picture in my hundred or so plant books.

Case in point is the pretty little thing above: the leaves and infloresence structure place it somewhere in the mass of irids, but I have no idea what exactly it is. Very pink, that's for sure ... a really neat little plant that I wish I knew the name of.