Growing a good many houseplants, I value them all – from ferns to cacti to African violets to orchids. And aralias, which lately have tightened their hold on me. Maybe it’s because their airy texture provides a delicious counterpoint to the brittle quality of this winter, which alternates with the sloppy thickness of New England’s mud season.
I make a point of touring the aralias often, letting them know how much I appreciate them. Visitors often mistake my black aralia (Dizygothica elegantissima) for marijuana.
Even lacier, Ming aralia (Polyscias fruticosa) makes fine bonsai. The second image, shows a bonsai, with quartz stones, started from a cutting that I took about 10 years ago.
This aralia is so evocative, even in a large container it seems to bonsai itself, with just a little pruning. Which must be constant, as it's a fast grower, like all my aralias, even as they thrive in medium to low light.
And, like all the others, it does its part to get me through this long, strange trip, this whiplash winter. I welcome February, which is seen as some sort of sign that the hardest part of winter's whipping is over. Maybe. Maybe not. In any case, I have my aralias to soften the blows.