I actually hate poinsettias and force myself to buy them at Christmas, putting one small plant on either side of my front door at the behest of my children who insist. As soon as the holiday is over, though, I chunk them in the trash. I actually don't care much for red flowers in general, but I gasped when I rounded the corner this afternoon on my street and saw this poinsettia in full bloom in someone's yard. The red heralded not just the weekend but the fact that eggshells had clogged up the sink and not tree roots.