What canna guy do? Other than make embarrassingly-bad puns and Dad jokes? In this case, we have a play on the Canna plant, whose beauty is nothing to joke about as evidenced in these fiery pics. For some reason, I rarely grow any Cannas, which is strange because they are pretty easy, and you get impressive tropical-looking blooms that set any scene aflame. Mostly I appreciate them from afar, such as when they are planted by cities in public spaces.
This season, however, I plopped one into a group pot and it’s already in bloom. Maybe it sensed we needed some cheer. Maybe it jumped the gun and wanted to steal the early glory for itself. Maybe it’s just a plant and doesn’t care either way. Whatever the reason, I’m glad it’s here, and I’m loving its vibrant color.
It’s a decent personification of the fire this week’s temperatures are set to bring. Burn, baby, burn.
