To tell you the truth, i've seen a lot of stories like "crawling treasure" in the wreaths, and i didn't believe it at first, until i planted myself a bowl of euphoria, and i realized it was not an exaggeration。
I've got to grow this thing on the balcony
In less than two months, the leaves were bigger than the cheeks and grew so fast that they had to move around three or five times before they really took over。

And that's when i got down to the fact that the internet didn't make up the whole story of "comfort to taro."。

But everyone who's raised knows that it looks stupid and dark and it's actually a lot to feed。
I was able to save myself from it for two to three years, and the results were like bricks, and it became clear that the earth had to be changed periodically, or the roots had to breathe。
It's not too hot, especially when we're in a place like the north, where it's less than 15o c leaves in winter, and it's yellow。

The light is even more aberrant — many people think green trees should be sunburning, and the result, like a potato, tends to be blister, and in summer sunburns the leaves directly, in a place where there is light, but not a direct one, which is exactly the opposite of what most people think of growing flowers。

Watering is also a technical task, which cannot be overdoed, with “dry-dry-wetting”, with fingers poking two or three centimetres into the earth and pouring it again, otherwise the roots are in minutes。

To be honest, this type of “net-red plant” is on fire, and there are a lot of rollers, many of them with a fresh bowl, and they don't know the rules of conservation, and in a couple of months they're in a state of shock。
I don't know, i don't know。

Such things as taro do not mean that they are well served, and the more violent the plants, the more they test the level of detail of conservation — soil, temperature, light, water, the entanglements, nothing less。

I think it's better to study the maintenance of the doorway honestly than to look at the "free flowers."。
After all, plants don't know what they're like. They're good at what they do。










