dweller by the river

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Tag: T. seleriana

T. seleriana

The T. seleriana isn’t one of my favourite tillandsias, but it’s got a pleasing sort of fatness to it that makes me smile. Depending on where a particular specimen comes from, it may be longer or shorter, fatter or slimmer, and it’s the really huge ones that I prefer. Mine is a “rescue”, bought on impulse during a 50%-off sale where tillandsias were simply thown in piles and heaps in dark boxes and old ceramic pots for customers to rummage through.

Being a slow-growing species, it’s not surprising that my T. seleriana has showed nearly no noticeable growth over more than a year. It did put out a new leaf or two and get a bit longer (taller?) and thicker, but not in an obvious way. Sadly it was doing well till just last week when after two weeks of mad daily thunderstorms, it seemed to have gotten a bit of rot. I’ve been trying to dry it out but I’m not sure if it will make it.

Anyway, here are some photos. T. seleriana is one of the most easily recognisable tillandsia species in existence, there’s no missing one.

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Prophetic Bug-Busting

So tonight I was staring at the plants as usual, and I invited E to come over and take a look, also as usual, and he suddenly said, “Hey, is that FEF strep doing OK?”

E never asks specific questions about particular plants. Well, once in a while he does if I’ve been talking about one quite a bit, but it’s not normal. And this particular plant is special to us:

strep progression

I checked, holding our brave little survivor of a T. streptophylla up in the deepening dark, silhouetted against the orange glow of a streetlamp… and saw webs.

We immediately did a full round of inspections, and as it turns out, two other plants (T. seleriana and T. xerographica x exserta) had tiny black bugs running around on them, which is minor compared to the white bug-infested webbing on the T. streptophylla. No other plant seemed to have a problem.

The way I see it, E’s long-unused prophetic gift is reawakening. He’s already seen some signs of that at work, and now it’s creeping back into the home. I’m so happy!

Not so happy about the bugs or the major stink caused by the bug poison (I broke out the poison this time because I’m so done with chilli padi), but I’m glad the problem was caught before it got too bad. I guess it’s an ongoing fight when you’re dealing with living things, and an environment that you can’t fully control.

Pests will take every possible opportunity to eat your plants, no matter what you do to prevent it. And my growing area is probably as sterile as it gets – they’re dangling on wire coils outside my window, freely swinging in every touch of breeze. Their only neighbours are one another, the nearest plant life are the HDB estate ti plants and grass one floor below on ground level. I doubt that bugs can easily jump from the “wild” plants to my domesticated ones but it’s not impossible – wind and birds are a factor, as are larger insects like moths, beetles, butterflies, cockroaches (ugh)…

I’m not the best gardener. But I do spend time carefully looking after my plants and doing my best to protect and rescue them from bugs. I wonder how much more our heavenly Gardener scrutinises our lives. It makes me feel kinda warm and fuzzy inside to think about it.