This was my grandmother's.
It was a gift, a multi planter from a florist. Maybe a 10" diameter pot. Thriller, filler spiller style. Tall palm, with a spilling philodendron a filling prayer plant inside a decorative basket. It was about a foot and a half tall when I noticed it at the funeral Lunch we had at her house, looking sad in January.
Rosie Woods was an amazing gardener. She was 3 weeks before her 90th birthday when she died out of the blue, after she had put the chickens in the barn and went to put food out for the feral cats on the opposite end of her 7 acres. She planted 800 tulips that fall, and had muscles I still envy.
Needless to say this is one of my most treasured plants. I repotted it into a bigger pot that spring, then again into this very deep glazed pot about 2 years ago, again, only in late spring.
All of my plants go out for the summer as soon as temperatures allow. Last summer I screwed up and gave it too much sun, burnt the crap out of it. I moved it to a spot will direct early sun, shade by noon and it flourished again. Inside it lives in a north facing window where it almost never puts up new foliage growth, but blooms every winter.
I repotted it in the same deep pot yesterday, and I pulled the prayer plant out and repotted it separately. It wasn't doing well. it was too tough to keep both happy in a pot this deep, where the palm in the center was always moist but the prayer plant at the edges would often dry out.. it was very interesting that the prayer plants had a tuberous main root that reached Nearly to the bottom of the pot when I pulled it apart, but I have tons of prayer plants I've rooted from this over the last couple years,
But remember, this is grandma Rosie's.. she grew everything like crazy.. I felt like a Lilliputian in her yard... yard, lol, there was no yard.. it was all garden and everything was gigantic..