This is one of Nancy Nightingale’s purchases. I like to call it the brain plant. That is because I have no idea of the true name. I am not sure that I want to know.
However the more I look at its bizarre folds of scarlet, and in spite of myself, I am beginning to find it strangely attractive. It is intriguing. And a little bit scary.
Off The Edge Gardening 
Celosia, frightening.
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Oh yes, thank you, and I am glad you have the same misgivings!
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I have never warmed up to
celosia, especially that one.
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Celosia cristata, cockscomb. The name is not so bad. Celosia plumosa is quite different.
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I could comment that someone with one might think of asking Nancy what it was but I won’t. But I like it, unlike its ploomy* relative which I don’t.
*Spelling is deliberate so you don’t spend all day working out why I don’t like plums. Which would be time wasted because I don’t don’t. See?
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You are afraid of being shot with your own gun, Mr K. I would never dream of accusing you are being a plum hater! 😉 ps NN hasn’t a clue
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It’s just not very plant-like. There’s no arguing taste. I used to know how to say that in Latin, but I’ve forgotten.
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De gustibus non est disputandum (and yes, I looked it up!) 🙂
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Now, why didn’t I think of that?
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