Imagine my surprise today as I lugged an overfilled basket of laundry down the stairs and was greeted by the scent of... this:
My silly, basement-banished brugmansia has just a few leaves that are only as long as my fingers... and yet it somehow mustered up the energy to kick out TWO blooms that are as long as my forearm!
Needless to say, I plucked them both very gently and will be on the lookout for any more that decide to appear before the brug makes its way back outside for the summer, in order to nip them at the bud stage.
Right now, though, I am enjoying their sweet, delicious smell as they sit perched among the houseplants in my dining room. Their perfume is no small tease on a very cold weekend in late March!