I’ve been repotting this evening.
I just noticed the subtle difference between old pots and new pots.
Can you spot which pots are the new ones?
It hasn’t really been warm enough this year to spend any time on the balcony, but I have been keeping an eye out for the roses I planted last summer, seeing how they were getting on. Through the window. Once in a while.
Being proud that they survived the winter.
Then the other day I went outside and took a closer look.
My, look how green and healthy thos…
HEY! THOSE AREN’T ROSES!
They’re weed. And not the funny kind.
So I set off weeding today.
So sad. Sad sad sad.
Off to the garden center to buy some new ones. Since the Pink Fairies and Vikings I got last year weren’t hardy enought, I got a Moje Hammerberg and a Heidi Klum. I’m assuming nothing is as hardy as Heidi Klum.
I kept the bit of the Viking that was still kinda alive.
The third rose I got last year is still actually kinda living. And flowering.
Anyway, this is what Moje and Heidi will look like in only weeks! Allegedly!
Gardening is so much drama.
A decade ago I decided to buy lots of plants.
|I don’t know what this is…|
I’d always had a couple of plants, but they’d always die on me. Since I’m basically enthusiasm-driven, I realized that the only way I’d ever be able to have any non-dead plants on my windows was to buy lots and lots of them, and force myself to pay attention. If something falls below my enthusiasm radar, it just doesn’t get done at all.
So I got like a hundred plants or something. When I get enthusiastic, I get… obsessed.
|This has to be a crassula|
|This can’t be anything but a bromeliad|
|Citrus. Of some kind.|
|This is definitely an aloe|
|That’s a myrta|
|Uhm… schiffer? Schifferia?|
|What are these called? Haworthia? Or something?|
|This is probably something|
I’ve cut back a bit since then, and plants still die. I travel quite a bit, and any plants that don’t survive without water for a week or two suffer. So I have to replenish the windows sills once in a while.
These are my new recruits.
I wrapped up my rose bushes for the winter, but I didn’t really expect them to survive. And I just unwrapped them now.
But look! New leaves!
|This is a rose|
|Either Pink Fairy or Viking. Who can tell?|
While waiting for the fallout of the default change of send-mail-function, I’m snapping flash pictures of the roses in the middle of the night.
As one does.
Look! They are roses!