This is Chloe, our new cyclamen. We got her today along with our new grill (baby photo forthcoming). After Wes put the shelf in a few weeks ago, he decided it looked dumb with just the DVD player on it, so we decided on some plants. We couldn't lug a bunch of plants and the grill home all at once (especially in a cab), so it was just her for today. She looks healthy (must've been breastfed and had all her baby shots), and there are are lots of buds on her. This was a more reasonable choice, given that I had to talk Wes out of (truly) a 15' palm tree. He argued that we should go for it since it we have ceilings that tall in our apartment. Wes and I have made a habit of naming our houseplants. In Virginia, we had Ethan and Clay. Ethan was a small tree of unknown origin that was named for a small dog that belonged to a friend. When I took care of him, I took him over to Wes's apartment, and he proceeded to tackle and attack the tree. Hence, Ethan. Clay was a plant we bought together, and it the name had something about corn in it. A summer roommate in Charlottesville, who was from Nebraska, was named Clay, and since corn grew in Nebraska, so was the plant. Makes complete sense, right?
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We have 1 plant. No name. May not even live. I think it is 12 months old but that's pretty fuzzy. I guess we are not good plant people. Maybe naming it would help its chances of survival?
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