Plantings by house, backyard.
Are there things you have encountered that both attract you and repulse you at the same time? There is no explanation for such phenomena, so one is not forthcoming. Horror movies and Stephen King novels come to mind. Suffice it to say that in my case, plant lover that I am, there are certain plants that affect me in just that way, and coleus is one of them. I pretty much have the same reaction to caladium.
These, caladium and coleus, are strikingly gaudy plants, for the most part, beautiful, most people would say. And the colors are fabulous. But the plant expends its efforts in painting its leaves and when the flowers finally appear, pffft they are nothing to look at, in the case of the coleus, at any rate. I find this disturbing; and yes, that is just me.
Oddly enough, I like the colors of the leaves on the trees in the fall, often go on excursions for the sole purpose of viewing the autumnal foliage. But I cannot shake the feeling of unease, of something-is-just-not-quite-right, when I look at the coleus. Perhaps to keep me off-balance, a bit unsettled, so to speak, the planners of downtown gorgeousness here in Perfect decided this year to install huge planters on the sidewalks throughout the city. They are stunning, and many people have complimented the city on this effort. Seventy-six pots in total, and well-tended.
One of the principal contents of the planters is coleus.
A few years ago, we spent a couple of months in Lake Placid, Florida which touts itself as The Caladium Capital. Imagine my enjoyment.
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