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purple plant

I bought a purple plant from the spring festival in Towson two years ago. I kept it in a pot on either side of my front porch, rooted a cutting to put in a smaller pot that I brought in for winter. The original plants on the porch died.

This summer I just left it in the little pot and brought it in for winter. Now it graces my kitchen. It becomes much deeper purple outdoors in the full sun, but still looks pretty good indoors.

Last week it rewarded me with the most delicate flowers - I was overjoyed.

Whenever a plant in my care blooms, I feel like a proud parent beaming at her kid bringing home a medal. I feel like the plant is saying thank you. I believe the secret ingredient for a healthy plant is to shower it with admiring glances :) Do you think the plant can feel that it is loved?

Does anyone know what this plant is called?

Comments

Sylvia K said…
All I know is that it's beautiful! Isn't it wonderful when something like that happens? It is like being rewarded for doing something kind for someone/some thing! How fun! I love it when I get surprised like that and I have with a couple of plants. Beautiful photos, too!
January 14, 2009 at 8:10 PM
bindu said…
I don't know what it's called, but I had this plant too, and loved the lighter purple-pink of its flowers compared to the rest of it. I feel proud too, when a plant blooms under my care - like it's a compliment to me!
January 14, 2009 at 8:19 PM
~mE said…
i have a small cup with this plant and it has one flower...This plant just grown anywhere and in any contidition..just break a stem and plant and it will grow
January 15, 2009 at 12:28 AM
Lori ann said…
no, sorry, but it seems this plant is happy to see you! lovely!
January 15, 2009 at 12:33 AM
♥ Kathy said…
It looks somewhat like a Tradescantia... It's pretty :)
January 15, 2009 at 2:03 PM
Indian Home Maker said…
I don't know the name but I also have it at home.
I have no green thumbs but I know the feeling, watching them bloom, even when the nurturing wasn't directly mine,was great ...
I can imagine the joy when you do this yourself!
January 16, 2009 at 1:19 AM
Deb said…
What a wonderful surprise for you in the middle of all this cold weather! Two posts in a row you have 'what is it' photos :) I knew the celery but I don't know the name of this plant. I like the color of the leaves also.
Stay warm!
January 16, 2009 at 7:38 AM
pRiyA said…
this grows like a weed this side of town, we don't really give it a second glance. but seeing it in your photograph makes it look so pretty.
January 16, 2009 at 8:09 AM
Bobkat said…
How pretty. I love the purple and green of the leaves together!
January 16, 2009 at 11:29 AM
Shalini said…
It looks like tradescantia to me!
January 28, 2009 at 8:21 AM
Anita said…
also called purple wandering jew of purple hart....They are so easy to take care of in my neck of the woods (dessert? :-))..and dogs and other strays leave it well alone!
February 1, 2009 at 6:14 AM
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