I have quite a few Tradescantias, because they are easy to propagate and sell rather reliably when I bring them in to work. But this year I’ve been lazy in so many aspects of my life, and kept putting off taking cuttings of these Tradescantias. They all share one big saucer, because it makes it easier to pick them up and move them all at once if they do need to be moved. And after being neglected for weeks, or possibly months, they looked like this:
It took me over an hour to untangle them and take cuttings, and then another half an hour at least to plant all those cuttings.
Now they look like this:
And in a couple of weeks, I’ll have quite a lot of plants to sell:
And that apparently empty pot? That’s my Amorphophallus, which I found under the mess on my work table (which was about as messy as those tangled Tradescantias – having to tidy up that mess was one of the things that made me put off taking those cuttings for so long. I didn’t want to deal with it.) It’s been there for months… I should be ashamed of myself.
And I threw out all my amaryllises after finding they all have mosaic virus. They’d still grow okay, probably, but I couldn’t in good conscience sell any of them (and I partly justify having so many plants with “one day I’ll propagate and sell them”), and I don’t have enough patience any more for plants that aren’t well-behaved, so – enough. They had to go. I’ll just have to remember this in a couple of months when I’ll be tempted to buy new ones. I’ll have to find something else to fulfill my winter-time need for flowers…
… but it was hot. The hottest weekend of the summer yet, I think. So I did this instead:
My aunt and uncle own a small bit of property near a lake (and “small” means it’s about the size of my living room) so anyone who could spent the entire weekend there.
And I don’t think I’ve ever seen the lake look so beautiful – the first two pictures don’t really do it justice, it was a stunning turquoise. Every time I went swimming, I kept babbling about how beautiful it was. I even entirely forgot those horror stories about giant fish that have been making me a little nervous every time I went swimming since the last time I met Tad Williams and those wonderful friends I made on his message board. (Which is something else I’ve wanted to write about for weeks, and should really do soon.) But for now, it’s time for bed.
I was just reminded that it’s been seven years since Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out. Seven years since the seventh book. This deserves a quick post before I fall into bed, I guess.
Seven years since I was Professor Dumbledore for the day, seven years since translating the book out loud for a gaggle of kids….
Seven years since reading through that night, seven years since all those tears, seven years since it ended, seven years since I had to leave that world and those characters behind at last.
To everyone who’s wished Harry Potter would go on forever, I’ve always said I’m glad it ended, I’m glad Rowling had an end in mind from the start, and I still stand by that. But that doesn’t mean I’m not sad that it ended.
But what I miss isn’t so much the story going on, it’s that sense of easy community it brought, finding people who knew and loved the same thing everywhere, always having something to talk about. And maybe I also miss being that young and enthusiastic and loving something without reservations, which isn’t that easy any more…
Every week I think, “This will be the week I do better about blogging.” (And about so many other things. Writing stories. Reading. Writing e-mails. Taking care of my balcony garden. Cleaning.) And every week… it just isn’t. I still just don’t feel like doing anything. (And it makes me so angry at myself, but I still don’t know how to stop being so lazy.) I barely even have the energy to keep up with eating/weighing/photographing my harvest. But at least I’m still doing this much.
Aaaand – I have the first tomatoes!
As always, make sure to check out the less lazy garden bloggers over at Daphne’s Dandelions!
I find taking pictures of my plants incredibly frustrating lately, because I spend so much time trying to wring decent pictures from my camera, and then they’re still not as good as I would like. I hate replacing things while they’re still sort of working, but I think it really is time for a new one. (I will say this about fifteen times more before I finally buy one…)
Today was not the best of days, so once again, just pictures and no words…
Look! I’m actually posting this on time for once!
But I’m also tired, for no particularly good reason, so I’ll go the lazy “pictures and few words” route again. (I feel like such a bad blogger this year.)
From the community garden – actually, I harvested another zucchini, kohlrabi and iceberg lettuce that I didn’t take a picture of. One of those harvests went to my mother and the other to my best friend, since I just can’t keep up right now. (Although I still helped eat the lettuce, since I was invited to lunch in both cases.)
The flowers in the background sadly were not homegrown – I brought them from work as birthday presents for the Clown Brother and my best friend’s mother (and then used the picture as festive decoration to celebrate the wedding of two of my mostly-online friends). I generally hate anything to do with cutflowers, but cheerful little bouquets like that are fun.
And now, to bed. Maybe tomorrow I will actually remember about Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day.
It seems to be turning into a habit, being a day late for Harvest Monday. This time, I can’t even claim harvest-related distractions like last week. (I was just up late last night booking flights. So I’m officially going to be in the US this November.)
Strawberries for breakfast…
Kohlrabi for lunch…
Peas for dinner…
(‘Golden Sweet’ and ‘Blauwschokker’ have reached the end of their lifespan now. I’m not impressed with them this year – lots of powdery mildew and not much of a harvest. ‘Ambrosia’ has been doing much better, and now that the weather is a little cooler again, they seem to be getting a second wind.)
But most importantly, a bucket full of sour cherries from an older woman who lives a few houses down from the Teeny Tiny Village Nursery. It’s kind of sad that there are all these gardens, in all these villages, full of old fruit trees, belonging to old people who can no longer harvest and use all the fruit, and who do either not have children and grandchildren, or who have a family who’s just not interested in helping with harvesting and preserving and eating…
But sometimes it leads to a conversation over the garden fence, and an invitation to come on over and pick as much as I want, and to filling a bucket with cherries while an overexcited westie licks every part of me that he can reach. (He is the second friendliest dog I know – but absolutely no competition to my boss’s dog, who is just the sweetest.)
3 kg of sour cherries all in all, of which 1 kg landed in the freezer, 1 kg was canned (I would have canned more, but I ran out of jars) and the rest eaten fresh – I’m actually eating the last ones as I type this. I really wanted to bake something, but it’s been another very full week – one brother’s birthday, dance practice, medieval fair in Big Town (where we showed off some of our historical dances), catching up with cleaning and then booking those flights… never enough time for baking!
Anyway, hop on over to Daphne’s Dandelions and all the other, presumably less distracted, Harvest Monday participants!