Hey everybody. I would like to welcome you to my ailing P. robellini
I extracted her by means of Mattock from nigh on bedrock in the hinterland of Brisbane City two years ago. It was that or meet thy maker.
I was advised at the time to give her a "Hurricane haircut"? A Cyclone clip in these Southern climbs.
Now shorn I proceeded to place her in a hole of thick wet clay next to the BNE... 'It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again'
Can't recall seeing a palm collection in that movie... moths?
As matter of fact, so very close to a weekly flight back to her ancestral home in N. Vietnam? She never knew?
1 year later she was thought of as a gonna... a future Bromeliad Totem pole... sitting there now completely frond-less
But wait, where there is love there is life, the clay was kept wet (from the hose & Lotion) and something stirred from within...Tôi đã trở lại
Fronds emerged, not spread but broken and withered... they kept stacking upon each other, all as tormented as their predecessor.
I will let the the photos tell the story from here.
What is keeping my exotic oriental beauty from unfurling and reaching for the sky?
No I can not put her on the next economy class back to Laos