Whoever is ripping off aeoniums is thorough. My first awareness of the trend came when Jeong-Hyeon told me that someone had raided her garden, leaving truncated arms. It was shocking but, I surmised, an anomaly; her garden of succulents is so sensational I feel like stealing it, too. But then a few days later I noticed that the aeoniums in the neighborhood garden at the end of the block were stubs, ditto the ones at the Yoga Center. Friday I was out in the remote Richmond and gone, cut to the ground was the pie-sized one in the planter by Georgia’s front door.
Tom tells me that florists are selling aeoniums nowadays so maybe that’s where they’re ending up. Or maybe somebody just hates aeoniums, and has decided to rid the world of them, like the lunatic who has been killing trees in Golden Gate Park. I know, it’s not rational, but when has that mattered? A few weeks ago a large section of the rose garden was decimated. Hate makes its own logic.
I don’t believe it, not aeoniums. Nobody could take offense to those tidy, unassertive rosettes. It’s not hate, but some mutant form of love, if that’s a consolation. I don’t think it is to Jeong-Hyeon.
Today’s quiz: aeonium has all 5 vowels, none repeated. Name two other well-known plants that also do.