On the frozen prairie this winter, these poinsettias are the only green we have around the house because certainly there is nothing green outside. I would like to somehow save the poor plants.
Obviously, I’ve been a deer killer this week since I collided my vehicle with a whitetail buck early Wednesday. Now I am a poinsettia killer. There might be generations of prairie dwelling farmers and green thumbs in my genes but I can’t even keep a simple plant alive.
My late paternal grandmother Dorothy could keep poinsettias going all winter, spring and plant them outside in the summer. I never learned her tricks of the trade.
The above beauty is now wilting, leaves curling. Actually this morning it looks much worse than the above picture. It is completely brown and wilted.