Our Fasicularia bicolor is becoming a bit of a monster; it is thriving in its present position which is both good and bad news. The good news is obvious, it is always encouraging to know that a plant is happy. The bad news is that it is in dire need of division. If I was to be totally frank, which I generally am (often to my own dismay), it probably has been in need for at least a year. In this case I have been a disciple of the ostrich school of gardening. This is not a job that I relish (a tangle of barb-edged rosettes does not float my boat) and that darned nuisance “conscience” means that I can’t ask anyone else to do it. It hasn’t even flowered for the last few years (perhaps due to it needing dividing?) and I have taken to giving it challenging stares every time I pass. Yet again the power of the pout has worked, well in as much as it now has a flower bud, the scarlet leaves advertising the impending bloom. If this bud comes to fruition the central boss will erupt into tiny blue composite flowers with startling yellow stamen. No progression on the self-division front though, I think harder stares are called for.