Beauty Has Weight

There's a little gasteria named Frosty; I consider it one of my cactus plants. It came from Burk's Nursery more than ten years ago. Plants like that live a long time, even when treated with loving neglect. It lives outside most of the year -- and once lived outside for two solid years in a row. It bloomed as it usually does, late in the Fall, first putting forth a long long slender stalk that went sideways from its shelf towards sunshine.

Its flowers are like haworthia flowers, like little trumpets, but they are a beautiful rosy pink color with tiny areas of white and green that highlight each one. When I moved it to the dining room table, the stalk was a little more than two feet long, the bottommost buds had bloomed already, and the end of the stalk had about six inches or more of buds. As they bloomed, it lay down in a graceful curve until the buds just about rested on the table. These flowers aren't very big, it was a pretty place to sit and look at them on and off.

Now, the blooming is done, and the long long stalk has risen with a graceful curve still, til the very end is almost a foot off the table. The tiny tiny flowers had that much weight.