For quite sometime my mother has been gifting me with plants. I have a spotty record at best with houseplants, after the initial enthusiasm I basically start to forget about them or we go away and they never really recover. Particularly in the summer when we go away for an extended period of time. We turn off the air conditioning and the poor things cook.
But I do love receiving them. They arrive all full of promise and, as in the case of the Star of Bethlehem here, delight me with their extravagant displays. I seem to do better with bulbs and I'll move this out to the deck come spring.
They are a nice lift when everything else outside has dried up or died back.