Glorious...

Gloriosa. In the beginning of the summer my dad generously gave me some of his precious Gloriosa (Gloriosa Superba) tubers, those gorgeous octopus like flowers native to South Africa. I brought mine back to Brooklyn, planted them in some sandy soil just like they like and waited.... and waited. And waited some more. Dad's had sprouted and the first curly leaf tendrils were already winding their way up. And still I had nothing. I subconsciously resigned and let them be. I even skipped town for awhile telling my plant-sitter to "not even worry about that box there".
But sure enough, after a little neglect and some serious heat waves (yeah... heat waves) I finally got mine...