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floofs, fuchsia, photinia . . .
Apr. 25th, 2021 01:01 pmSaturday had a number of "I am the daughter of my ancestors" moments -- those instances where being extra wasn't in the game plan, but putting the kitchen trash and recycling bins (and a couple of plastic hampers as well) on the driveway to get a free pre-scrubbing soak in the rain, that happened. There was also vacuuming the floor of the trash drawer and freezer, and studying date and time units in Mandarin, as well as the more routine using up of aging ingredients/leftovers, plus some saving of styrofoam trays to use as plant saucers.
The outdoor plants survived this week's plunge in temperature. I wrapped one of my mother's skirts around the Jacob's ladder and draped t-shirts over the parsley and chives. The photinia is in bloom, as is a neighbor's honeysuckle. The first round of mallow and zinnia seedlings are far enough along for thinning; I extended the patch today, emptying out the soup container where I'd kept the mallow pods. Most of my energy, though, went toward weeding around the rosebushes, and scattering garlic scraps around them.
I started all the chocolate cherry tomato plants at the same time, but as these snapshots illustrate, the seedlings are growing at distinctly different rates. I didn't track if/when or how often I moved the plants between shelf/counter/floor and yard, but the ones furthest along likely spent the most time on the sunroom shelf.
Spending money on a non-utilitarian plant would have been out of character among the ancestors, but the Floof basket is earning its keep as entertainment. (It's generally known as a chenille plant, but the BYM greets it as "Floof!" every time he catches sight of it.) The fuchsia, too:
A show I am working on calls fuchsias "disordered." I raised my eyebrows at that claim, but hey, maybe Scottish flowers are more punk? (Or the SME more genteel. . . .)
The outdoor plants survived this week's plunge in temperature. I wrapped one of my mother's skirts around the Jacob's ladder and draped t-shirts over the parsley and chives. The photinia is in bloom, as is a neighbor's honeysuckle. The first round of mallow and zinnia seedlings are far enough along for thinning; I extended the patch today, emptying out the soup container where I'd kept the mallow pods. Most of my energy, though, went toward weeding around the rosebushes, and scattering garlic scraps around them.
I started all the chocolate cherry tomato plants at the same time, but as these snapshots illustrate, the seedlings are growing at distinctly different rates. I didn't track if/when or how often I moved the plants between shelf/counter/floor and yard, but the ones furthest along likely spent the most time on the sunroom shelf.
Spending money on a non-utilitarian plant would have been out of character among the ancestors, but the Floof basket is earning its keep as entertainment. (It's generally known as a chenille plant, but the BYM greets it as "Floof!" every time he catches sight of it.) The fuchsia, too:
A show I am working on calls fuchsias "disordered." I raised my eyebrows at that claim, but hey, maybe Scottish flowers are more punk? (Or the SME more genteel. . . .)
