The bulb is giant–so big that they looked at it suspiciously at the Chicago Art Institute when I stopped there after the Flower Show. Then they invoked some obscure rule involving foodstuffs and agricultural goods, and wouldn’t allow me to check it in the coatroom. I failed to see how actually lugging a 15 pound bulb through the museum, where it’s oniony fumes might discolor some varnish on the masterpieces, was actually preferable.
The bulb is so big that the only pot it fit into was my one fiberglass pot, an Italian pot I bought for a canna corm that grew to the size of an elephant’s paw.
Since I started the crinum going in the house in March, it was quite a job lugging it into the garden. I had to enlist the husband, something I try to avoid at all costs, given his extreme lack of interest in the garden and the resulting difficulty of pinning him down for 45 seconds of labor.
I like the strap-like leaves, but the spidery maroon and white blooms? I’m a little disappointed.
I found this photo from the Flower Show. If you look at the poster leaning against the stack of crinum bulbs to the left, you’ll see that my crinum is not as advertised: The blooms on the poster are more lily-like and more purple. More what I had in mind.
In my household, It’s very Darwinian for houseplants. They only survive if I can eat something off them, or find their flowers exceptionally pretty. We’ll see if the crinum gets lugged in or composted, come October.