Sarracenia flava

Sarracenia flava

My Story

"Why am I writing this blog?" you ask.  I am not a master grower. I am far from that, I am an experienced beginner.  I started growing carnivorous plants when I was about six years old.  It was one of those poor little venus flytraps in the back of the store being coddled in their own little plastic containers with a red plastic pot.  I grew it for about a week, and then I killed it.  From about that point on my goal was to have my plants live and to survive years and years. That was fourth grade, and I bought lots and lots of plants.  I grew them about a year, and then all of them died. Except for one plant.  A mislabeled Nepenthes, labeled as "Nepenthes 'Alata'" survived my poor growing, it did not pitcher very much, but I watered it and I tried my best to take care of it.  I stayed with that plant for years without any other carnivorous plants.  In the summer of 7th grade I went with my dad to California Carnivores, one of the coolest and largest carnivorous plant nurseries in the country.  In third grade, I would've died to go there, but during that summer I really just didn't enjoy the experience and I walked out of there with three Drosera capensis. Try as I might, I put the plants in a unfinished ceramic pot, and they died in February.  There was some hope left for me though, I still had my Nepenthes that didn't pitcher and one other thing.  A metal sculpture, from Fred Conlon. It had been given to me as a Christmas present when I was struggling to keep those Drosera alive.  It had been given to me with a promise, a bog garden. When I was in fourth grade, I drew up a powerpoint of how a bog would work, I labeled everything to the exact inch and exactly what plants I would buy, and from whom I would buy my plants.  I had sketches of how it would be covered in the winter and exactly how it would look.  I must've talked about that bog for every single day int the fourth grade, and my parents wouldn't let me have it, they never said why, but I found out later that they thought I would kill them all. The mention of a bog garden was the most uplifting thing I had ever heard. I found my old powerpoint files and my plans, and I told my dad how it was going to work. In June it was completed and I later bought tropical plants as winter came. So that of course brings me back to the original question "Why am I writing this blog?" I am writing this to share my adventures and growing techniques to the world and I hope that I will write this blog for years and years to come so that people can follow my experiences with the most amazing plants on earth. The carnivorous plants.
-Chungfish