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elionwyrBut isn't it funny how a plant or two can change the feel of a room? My apple nutmeg geranium - which smells just enough like mulled cider to me to make me think longing of autumn in New England - is a wild mass of leaves happily stretching towards the sun. I bought the plant because I'd had vague thoughts of inflicting bonsai upon it, but I'm not sure yet if I shall do so.
At work, nearly every greenhouse has been overrun with mums, so the temptation to buy other scented geraniums is gone, thank the gods.
Whilst repotting mints yesterday, I took some snippings off some of the more..shall we say aggressive plants. They are now contemplating growth in a cup of water. Mint plants, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
varakesh516 has pointed out to me more than once, are very happy to take over every bit of ground around them, given half a chance, and so I found a separate plant-in-waiting ready to be removed from its mama plant and put into a pot of its own. I still can't justify my mint obsession, but they do bring me joy.
Across the room is my escargot plant, happily living in a paper mache-ish voodoo-themed kettle. I have a horrible habit of trying to bring in all manners of plants from the outside - varied annuals - and trying to get them to live through the winter in my home. I nearly always fail. So I couldn't resist this rather pretty swirl of a plant.
As I think I mentioned earlier, I've been also trying to adopt plants that the boss wants to throw away. While there's simply no way I can rescue everything, I've made an effort to take more than I can plant so I can give the orphans to others. (Ex-Landlady just had a delivery of Persian shields dropped off on her doorstep yesterday, as an example; several people at this point have had me foister wave petunias off on them.)
My front garden - once filled with Halloween orange and black pansies that were choked out by weeds gone mad last month - is now home to several vinca flowers - indeed, many of the colours pictured are in my garden. They've just been joined by a bunch of dracaena spikes because a metric poopton of them were thrown out this past week, and I couldn't stand to see so many of them die.
The one plant I probably shouldn't have tried to save but I couldn't help myself is my New Guinea impatiens. Again, a bunch were thrown away..this means that they are taken to a rather high embankment and dumped over the edge. Several bored boys decided to 'help' by actually throwing these poor plants as far as they could, which rendered most of them unsalvageable. I grabbed maybe 6 of them, but only one looked like it stood a chance of living. It's now in a pot with a spike plant, and...I have hope.
There are scattered other flowering plants outside - my flowerbox full of marigolds, which is a bit of a tradition because I like to have them around for the Day of the Dead - a smaller pot with some pentas and cleome - two hanging baskets with varied flowering things in them, including lantana, which I love madly and always want moremoremore of - there's catmint and catnip and firetails (though the latter take turns trying to die off) - and the veggies are still struggling along, though that's been mostly a failed experiment, sad to say. I need to actually research how to do better next time.
I tend to garden at night, simply because that's when I have time. And nearly everything lives in pots because I don't have the equipment, energy, or resources to try to put in a real garden here outside of the small one out front. And..after living in west Philly and having my garden destroyed by my landlady, I'm very reluctant to invest that much into a rental property.
It's funny - I don't really long to own a house. But I do want very much to have a garden. I had a small one over at Ex-Landlady's, and it made me greedy for more. Staying atcontrary74's house last month and her beautiful scattering of plants and gardening only added to my hunger for the same.
And now..I think I need to go out and sniff the flowers again.
At work, nearly every greenhouse has been overrun with mums, so the temptation to buy other scented geraniums is gone, thank the gods.
Whilst repotting mints yesterday, I took some snippings off some of the more..shall we say aggressive plants. They are now contemplating growth in a cup of water. Mint plants, as
varakesh516 has pointed out to me more than once, are very happy to take over every bit of ground around them, given half a chance, and so I found a separate plant-in-waiting ready to be removed from its mama plant and put into a pot of its own. I still can't justify my mint obsession, but they do bring me joy.Across the room is my escargot plant, happily living in a paper mache-ish voodoo-themed kettle. I have a horrible habit of trying to bring in all manners of plants from the outside - varied annuals - and trying to get them to live through the winter in my home. I nearly always fail. So I couldn't resist this rather pretty swirl of a plant.
As I think I mentioned earlier, I've been also trying to adopt plants that the boss wants to throw away. While there's simply no way I can rescue everything, I've made an effort to take more than I can plant so I can give the orphans to others. (Ex-Landlady just had a delivery of Persian shields dropped off on her doorstep yesterday, as an example; several people at this point have had me foister wave petunias off on them.)
My front garden - once filled with Halloween orange and black pansies that were choked out by weeds gone mad last month - is now home to several vinca flowers - indeed, many of the colours pictured are in my garden. They've just been joined by a bunch of dracaena spikes because a metric poopton of them were thrown out this past week, and I couldn't stand to see so many of them die.
The one plant I probably shouldn't have tried to save but I couldn't help myself is my New Guinea impatiens. Again, a bunch were thrown away..this means that they are taken to a rather high embankment and dumped over the edge. Several bored boys decided to 'help' by actually throwing these poor plants as far as they could, which rendered most of them unsalvageable. I grabbed maybe 6 of them, but only one looked like it stood a chance of living. It's now in a pot with a spike plant, and...I have hope.
There are scattered other flowering plants outside - my flowerbox full of marigolds, which is a bit of a tradition because I like to have them around for the Day of the Dead - a smaller pot with some pentas and cleome - two hanging baskets with varied flowering things in them, including lantana, which I love madly and always want moremoremore of - there's catmint and catnip and firetails (though the latter take turns trying to die off) - and the veggies are still struggling along, though that's been mostly a failed experiment, sad to say. I need to actually research how to do better next time.
I tend to garden at night, simply because that's when I have time. And nearly everything lives in pots because I don't have the equipment, energy, or resources to try to put in a real garden here outside of the small one out front. And..after living in west Philly and having my garden destroyed by my landlady, I'm very reluctant to invest that much into a rental property.
It's funny - I don't really long to own a house. But I do want very much to have a garden. I had a small one over at Ex-Landlady's, and it made me greedy for more. Staying at
contrary74's house last month and her beautiful scattering of plants and gardening only added to my hunger for the same.And now..I think I need to go out and sniff the flowers again.