This is the first time I have tried to grow begonias.
I had heard legends of how temperamental and sensitive they are to grow. How they must be coaxed to grow, coddled, and reverenced to bloom.
Begonia growers I have known are selfish beasts who wish to keep this kind of beauty all to themselves, apparently.
There are begonias blooming under my begonias. I water them when I remember to do so, haphazardly.
They are as showy and layered as peonies and roses, but not nearly so delicate. Their petals are tough and waxy, solid, stolid, even.
They are Stevie Nicks, Imogen Heap.
No they are the Joan Jett of phanerogams. They are gorgeous, would ride a Harley, wear no perfume.