Saturday, October 17, 2015
Growing them that is.
Love to have them near me. Smell them. Watch them grow and all. But left to my devices? It ain't too pretty. So plants and I have agreed to go our separate ways. Irreconcilable differences, you might say. It was a amiable divorce. Maybe the final straw occurred when I got a new room some years back with a big window opened to the courtyard. Most years about this time, we'd bring plants off the deck, and Elenka would take them to her classroom with plenty of sunlight. This particular year, I told her I'd take some of the pressure off her and bring some to my room. I brought in about seven or so. They looked to be shaking. Were they nervous about something? And the story goes... Too much water? Too dry? Too warm sitting on the heater? Over abundance of strong sun through the glass? Anyway, by February they had all pretty much met their demise.
My heart was in the right place.
But I guess my green thumb was left behind.
In my garden, planting is no issue.
It's the tending and upkeep that lets me down at times.
As for our deck garden, I'll help get the plants from the deck to the porch.
That's about the extent of my 'fall planting'.
Anything else might be hazardous to plant life.
We've gone our separate ways.