I set all my houseplants out on the “patio” in the rain for a good washing. They are dusty and due for a spring cleaning.
And then there’s my Big Mama Aloe. I didn’t know that an aloe could get so large. I don’t even remember where I got her as a baby, just that she was an unremarkable size, and she’s grown to resemble a pineapple plant.
She’s so large, and so heavy, that moving her is quite a maneuver. I have to squat with good form, and go through doors backwards, supporting the substantial weight of her body/limbs.
She’s a wonder. She’s been producing babies for years, which I repot and foist on anyone who will take one. Most visitors have been talked into leaving with an aloe, so her offspring are all over the area. I did well giving away aloes this summer, and the only one of her “daughters” I still have (first photo) is now making her own babies! I’ll be overrun!
Clearly, they really like the environment they’re in. This one sits on the floor in front of the window next to the wood stove, and I water all my house plants, and window boxes, with the water I’ve used for washing eggs. That’s all; evidently it agrees with them.
It seemed like her arms were as long as mine, so I measured. Not far off. Her wingspan is four feet and mine is 66”, so about the same, not counting my hands.
More babies! High time to transplant them.
Who wants an aloe plant?!