My grandparents moved to Nova Scotia last fall and gave me their plants. My grandma knew how much I loved them. Earlier in the year, I asked her where she got her money tree.
“It’s not a money tree,” she said. “It’s a Schefflera.”
“Really?” I asked. “I thought those trees were called money trees.”
“I’ve never heard of a money tree. Maybe it’s the same tree. But mine is definitely a Schefflera.”
I googled it. The trees were different, and hers was definitely a money tree.
A week later, she left me a voicemail, “Anne, I had a surprise for you, but it won’t fit in our car. It’s a money tree. Go pick it up at Cactus and Tropicals. It’s under my name.”
At Cactus and Tropicals I said, “I’m picking up a money tree. It’s under the name Louise.”
The employee flipped through the manila folders. “We have a Louise, but it’s not a money tree. It’s a Schefflera.”
I laughed. “Yeah. That’s the one.”
Our schefflera in our old cinderblock home (P.S. Can you believe we lived there for four years?)
For a while we had both of those sweet trees in our new apartment–the Schefflera in our bedroom, and the money tree in the living room. But the Schefflera got sick and we kept finding wormy caterpillars on the floor from the soil. We could have saved it, but we were too grossed out by the bugs. I had failed as a human being. A little dramatic, I know, but I can’t believe how sad I got when we took that tree to the dumpster. So, so sad.
This weekend we re-potted my grandma’s money tree. Then we trimmed the long branches and used them to pot two new money trees. Cross your fingers it works!