Wild bamboo


Bamboo, which is native to China and was brought into the United States via Alabama in 1882, now grows wild all over the American Southeast, from Maryland to Florida.   It has no natural enemies here, so it is considered an invasive plant, much like the dreaded Kudzu vine.    It’s an evergreen, so it doesn’t lose its leaves in the winter, and can withstand some cold.  

Annoying and dangerous to other plants though it might be, it is still a beautiful plant, especially when it’s found in bamboo groves like this one in Asheville, North Carolina.

My lucky bamboo plant’s new home.

I first wrote about my lucky bamboo plant nearly 2 months ago in this post.

I’m the worst procrastinator you ever met, but yesterday I finally got around to going to Home Depot to look for a larger home for my plant, because it was starting to become rootbound (though as healthy looking as ever).

Because it’s not spring yet, it was hard to find anything I liked in the gardening section. But I finally came across this grass green resin pot which matches my kitchen walls (I gravitate to anything green, it seems).

Mr. Bamboo appears to be enjoying his upgraded home!

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My “lucky” bamboo plant

I don’t have a green thumb. At all.  I love plants, but usually, no matter how well I care for them, or how closely I follow the instructions on the little plastic card they come with, my plants still shrivel up and die.

The fact I also have cats doesn’t help either. Plants and cats in a house do not usually mix.

But my lucky bamboo plant is different.  And my 4 cats are indifferent.  I guess bamboo doesn’t have a smell or something.

I purchased this little bamboo plant as a tiny 3 inch seedling about a year ago.    As you can see from the photos below, the pretty little grass-green ceramic planter it came in is now far too small for it.  It needs a new home soon.

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Still, the bamboo continues to thrive. Its leaves are glossy and bright green, and it keeps throwing off new shoots. Maybe the muted light from the fake stained glass in the kitchen window (really a clear plastic decal from Home Depot I cut to size and stuck on the glass to cover the ugly hardened sap stains from the poplar tree that used to drip its effusions before it was finally chopped down) helps. Like people with sensitive eyes or allergies to the sun, bamboo doesn’t like bright, in your face sunlight. Or maybe it’s the tiny Laughing Buddha who’s sitting there in front of the planter, throwing off little sparks of positive energy, that’s keeping the plant so hale and hardy.

Another view of the bamboo without all the background distractions.

2 images of my Laughing Buddha (turn him upside down and around and he grins instead of laughs!)
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Unlike my other plants, there is no soil in the little planter the bamboo lives in. Instead, there are squishy round spheres that look like clear marbles, but adding water to them makes them expand and diffuses water through the plant’s tissues–so it always gets just the right amount of water. It’s like a self-feeder for cats, only it’s for plants. Since I will have to rehome my bamboo soon, I purchased this jar of “Water Gems,” the name of the little squishy spheres that keep my plant healthy and thriving. when I repot it (I hope I can find something as cute as the pot it came in), these will go into the new planter.


In case you’re wondering, the glass, mirror and tile baubles hanging from the window sash are a couple of the suncatchers I made for awhile. The one on the right is broken but it’s still pretty there in the kitchen window.