Something The Olds told me when I was growing up is that the biggest lesson I’ll learn is how little I know.
As usual, the Olds were right.
In my head, I consider myself a master gardener.
In my head, I’m green thumbed. wizard.
My soul teacher at Hogwarts (besides Emma Thompson) is Miss Sprout.
I’m green-kneeed overalls and dirty fingernails.
In reality, I’m a plant murderess.
Well, I WAS a plant murderess.
Last year was the first year I have kept house plants alive for any more than two months. And I couldn’t be prouder.
Let me introduce my toddlers.
This one I call The Countess, she’s been with me the longest (1/2/2014) and holds her own on top of the piano. She always tells me what I need and for that, I love her.
These are Fern and Oates. Fern had a rocky start, fpr a while this summer, I’d put her outside in the droughty-burny sun for two weeks and failed to water her. But it turns out, she just wanted to be close to Oates. She’s doing much better now.
Meet Lil’ Ivy. She went outside with Fern at the same, dreadful time and survived. This means she gives me strength during my workday.
Lady sits in our bedroom, she closes up when the sun goes down, all respectful of sexytimes. Thanks Lady!
In a quest for her right spot, Lucy has been all over our house. I’d call her a nomadic plant, if such a thing existed. Now, she sits atop her stand in my office.
The next two plants are still unnamed. I got them in the last month and I don’t know them well yet, but I like them. Justina Blakeney recommended the fishhook succulent here — and she knows of what she speaks. Won’t you help me name her? I think a name probably came right to your mind when you looked at this photo.
This guy mans the remote basket and so far has done an exemplary job. He remains unnamed as well and would appreciate your ideas.
Plants! I kept some alive!
Let’s hear it for doing some things right in 2014!