So about African Violets

Only once in my life have I had an African Violet flower at a time other than when I bought it.

It’s false advertising. You buy these things with their lush dark-green, furry leaves and clumps of glittery flowers and you think that’s how they’re always going to be. You know; beautiful.

Yet within weeks the flowers have died and the leaves, once pert and upright, begin to sag before decaying into a slimy mess.

I’m not sure how I did it, but once I managed to persuade one of these plants to flower for a second time. And honestly, until today, this was my greatest achievement.

Mr Thomas wonders why I bother. In the eight years we’ve been living together, he has had to share his home with these often on-the-brink-of-death plants. Once he asked me why I bothered. Probably after I’d parted with my hard-earned cash for, once again, two new plants after the previous two had died.

If I recall I got a little angry with him. Because I couldn’t explain it. These plants, they’re a part of me. They are my life’s challenge. I keep them because they’re a challenge. They’re the plant version of cats. You know, you can give your cats all the love and attention you think they need, feed them regularly, make sure they’re healthy and all of that and the buggers still look at you with the peering, evil eyes of something that wants you dead.

What annoys me most is that I’ve managed to keep two cats alive for sixteen years but African Violets continue to be a mystery to me.

And yes, I’ve done it all. I bought the proper soil and the proper African Violet fertiliser (though for many years I found fertiliser as a form of cheating) I don’t over-water them or under-water them. I make sure the leaves don’t get wet. I do everything the dozens of websites and YouTube videos I’ve perused over the years say to do.

Still, more times than not these plants defeat me.

My Aunty Didge, the woman I was named after and the person I have most admired in my life kept African Violets. She had one on the windowsill of her kitchen, always. More often than not it flowered with those traditional sparkly purple flowers. If she could do it — and the woman was as clumsy as ditzy as I am (must be in the name) surely I can?

But then… maybe she was doing the same thing as me. Buying plant after plant when each died in succession.

Now there’s a thought.

Today I’ve had a success of sorts. About eight months ago, just before my last African Violet was ready to die (and by this point I knew the signs), I cut the final two healthy leaves it possessed and planted them in seedling pots. I nurtured these bloody things for eight months. Yes, it was a gestation period. I sat them in a tray in my bathroom, watering them when they were dry, fertilising them every month or so.

And then, just this week, the last week we are to spend in this home I’ve had for ten years (another story; the thought of leaving this place is far too depressing for me to discuss it) a miracle occurred. Each cutting had given birth to a clump of baby leaves.

Here they are, the bastards: GROW!!
Here they are, the bastards: GROW!!

Because we are moving (again, too sad to discuss this) I knew I had to repot these beauties. This despite being in the middle of packing, because I have the attention span of a two year old, it seems.

So now my two fledgling African Violets have new homes, in the pots where dozens of their relatives have died before them.

Part of me wants to see this as a sign of ‘new beginnings.’ Fuck that. With African Violets, it can only be luck.

12 thoughts on “So about African Violets

  1. Wait I thought you said CROW
    ooi ooi what is that with moving.. how are you doing.. are you doing as well as your plants?

    Do hope you are doing okay.

    And with these plants who knew they would be able to bloom again. Lol everyone always just buys new ones every year grin..
    Green thumbs up Missy Thomas.

    And just so you know.
    Your missed. Big hugs.


  2. I had that similar problem with many tropical house plants over the years and then one day (as we wandered through the green house at our nearby nursery) I lamented to my “green-thumb-hubby” that I would love to get the gorgeous plant he was offering to buy for me (also an African Violet) that I would say yes, but It would just die on me. That was quite frustrating for a woman who typically had good luck with more common house plants I was quite appreciative of his comment as he picked it up to take to the register: “you have to remember, these things are started and finished in green houses until they end up sold at nurseries or grocery stores… “. And then he pointed out the transition from controlled environments to home environments does in lots of plants. Years later I took a horticulture class at our local community college and the professor pointed out exactly the same thing.

    For you, the magic seems to one that your two new darlings have been “birthed” into the environment they will be living in so you already have given them the BEST head start to a healthy plant life…. another point of interest from both my now late hubby and my plant-professor.

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    1. Oh my gosh, that is the best point ever! I never thought of that. Thats probably ehy wverything I purchase (for inside and outside the home) initially flounders. They’re just geting used to the new environment! This makes me feel a lot better about things.


  3. The trick is to put them in a partly sunny window and mostly ignore them. Unlike people they hate attention. 🙂 partly sunny, melancholy creatures. I put some timed fertilizer granules in their soil and water once a week then I ignore them. This is why I have them and not a husband. LOL


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