Poor lucky bamboo. Poor, poor, poor thing. What have we done to you? We have shaped you into ridiculous forms and ruined your perfectly lovely natural self. We have left you in putrid water, with stones and not a single bit of soil. Not a teaspoon. We have cut off your stalks, forced them to grow into curls and then waxed the ends to stop you from growing. You’re very unlucky.
And, one just fell in my lap.
Now, mind you, it was in a hideously filthy jar with rocks (of course!) and, I kid you not, florist moss. A big heap of stinking florist moss. Gross. Immediately I moved him to this small pot with dirt. Ya know, plants tend to grow in dirt.
Ugh…what am I, the plant whisperer?
I already have a lucky bamboo that I took as a cutting and have been enjoying watching it grow. In dirt. In a pot.
And now I have a bunch more. Well, the curly-cue at the top there just isn’t going to happen. We’re going to give him a hell of a hair cut and see if we can salvage something here.
Let’s just all look at him again.
Okay, back to business, clean scissors, clean mug and let’s get trimming. We’re losing the stalks. Forget them, gross and tacky.
Lop off some ends, trim some not so pretty leaves and presto!
One of my unluckies had roots on him, so I left him mostly alone. But I did peel off some gross leaves. Now to artfully arrange then in the mug…
And a heaping helping of sunshine and water:
Literally the SECOND they have roots, I am going to plant them in dirt. I even have a pot waiting. I am going to move my other bamboo in with them, so they’ll all be stuck together to be real plants! How fun! I am actually interested to see what it looks like as a “real plant.” I mean, I hate the stalky fake looking stuff, but the leaves are grassy and nice. If it grows a stalk with a head of grassy leaves on it, well that would be just fine with me. Unless it starts to braid itself…