My bicycle got stolen. Again. I only bought it about a year and two months ago, to replace another stolen bike. And it’s only been a bit over a week since I took this picture:
I needed a broom for a dance we’re working on (we’ve been hired for a witch-themed event, and I can’t wait until I can share a video of what we’ve come up with), and since I don’t have a car, this is how I transport such things… I quite literally rode my broom home.
And then there’s that sticker on it, that black/yellow/red one that says “MOFF” that made us come up with an idea that made me laugh for the first time since I discovered it had been stolen. MOFF is a satirical comic magazine (that probably only makes sense to Austrians) and they always have a page for letters and pictures of MOFF stickers in random places… so I might send them this picture, with a message that says something like, “Missing: MOFF sticker, with attached bicycle” and hope they’ll publish it. Maybe it’ll turn up… and if not, at least some people will get a laugh out of it.
I skipped last week, not because I forgot or was lazy, but because was so busy doing other things all week that I had hardly harvested anything. And now I’m late again, because I didn’t feel well yesterday (still don’t today, but well enough to post, at least.)
I spent most of the past week catching up on harvesting tomatoes – we’ve been having such unpleasantly cold weather that I neither wanted to eat nor to harvest tomatoes, but last week was finally warm and sunny again.
Beans, tomatoes and basil from the balcony, apples from a nearby park, and from the community garden, a yellow zucchini and my first sweetcorn in many years (since 2007 at least, which was my last year growing vegetables in my parents’ garden, but probably longer, because I remember I was having trouble getting the corn to grow properly.) So, they might not be large or perfect cobs, but I’m still so happy!
Now I’m mostly caught up with the tomatoes (except for the currant tomatoes), just in time for the weather to turn cold and wet again. Brr. It’s been such a wet year that even on the balcony, the tomatoes are succumbing to late blight – the first time this has ever happened.
Oops. I think this was the first time since I started this blog that I missed a GBBD. I’ve been a day or two late before because I was busy or forgot, but never almost a week.
When I realized last night that I’d forgotten about it, I thought, oh well, nothing to be done about it now… but then I woke up this morning to sunshine and flowers, and I decided to post after all…
In the living room, the Begonia albopicta is blooming more than it has in quite some time:
And I kind of accidentally bought two little Schlumbergeras:
I only wanted to buy a broom, but they were so pretty. I couldn’t remember if I had a pink-and-white one yet (but my pictures suggests that I didn’t), but I definitely didn’t have a white one yet.
Snapdragons at the kitchen window:
Moving out onto the balcony – my ‘Amethyst’ passionflower is finally blooming, and it’s really interesting to watch how the flowers have opened wider every time I look at them:
Passiflora citrina, one of my most reliable bloomers:
A Chlorophytum, outside to enjoy some bright light before another dark winter on top of the bookcase:
Always lots of Abutilons:
A morning glory – I think the variety is called ‘Light Blue Star':
A rather unimpressive picture of a nasturtium (one of many reasons why I spent a part of yesterday looking at new cameras):
Oxalis vulcanicola, which was not cooperating with my camera at all – this is the least horrible picture.
So, a very belated post, and a very belated thank-you to Carol of May Dreams Gardens.
My bathroom does look pretty like this…
But not so much when I’m done and the tub looks like this…
I’m finally finding the energy to do something about the mealybugs that find some of my plants so delicious, which means dragging everything into the bathroom and spraying it with neem. Just because I don’t see mealybugs on everything doesn’t mean they aren’t there, and so everything is getting sprayed. And then dragging everything back and dropping more leaves and dirt all over the Nettle Nest. On the other hand, it gave me the perfect opportunity to rearrange my plants a bit, since Squirrel – my best friend’s son and thus my honorary nephew – has learned to crawl, so I had to move as many plants as possible out of reach. There’s just nothing I can do about my Tetrastigma and the big mixed planter in the living room, and of course that was the most interesting thing when they visited today (or technically yesterday, since it’s long past midnight, but it still feels like today to me.)
I just sent this in… applying for classes to become a master horticulturist (the next level up from a journeywoman, which I am now.)
Wish me luck that I filled everything out correctly (that form was not as easy to understand as it should have been), wish me luck that I heard correctly that we can send the applications per e-mail, wish me luck that I sent it early enough to still get in.
Although, I’m not too worried about that. If I don’t get in this year, I’ll try again next year.
And most of all, if I get in, wish me luck that I’ll stay sane. I always expect too much of myself, and drive myself crazy about exams and papers I have to write, which was part of the reason why I dropped out of university and started an apprenticeship instead. The other part of the reason was that I just wanted to work, and not sit on my butt and study for another few years. And I still wouldn’t want that, but I think I can deal with a few weeks of classes during the next three winters.
(And, hm, should I write them another e-mail and tell them they have a typo in their header? It’s a little embarrassing that they misspelled “Lehrling” (“apprentice”)…)