It seems like only yesterday that work looked like this:
Lots of brightly-coloured primroses and pansies in some of the greenhouses, not much yet in the outdoor areas, and the fields and hills across the road bare and brown…
Tables full of plug plants in another greenhouse…
… and the other tables mostly empty…
… and me at the potting machine all day to fill them up.
(Speaking of potting machines, a funny moment from my classes this winter. Or rather, from on the way to school. I always rode the train with two classmates, and one morning, we were talking about our jobs, about the plant nurseries we work at, and I mentioned the potting machine. And this guy looks at me and says, “You have a potting machine?” in this heartbroken, deeply envious voice. I thought he was going to cry, he wanted one so badly.)
Yes, it all seems like it was only yesterday, but in fact it was about six weeks ago, and a lot has changed since then.
I don’t actually have any up-to-date pictures, so you’ll just have to believe me that the outdoor area is now completely filled (or rather, starting to empty again), all the pansies and primroses are gone from the greenhouses, and that mostly-empty greenhouse from the fourth picture has not only been filled, but filled and emptied and filled again, as plants move from that one (our warmest greenhouse) to a different one as soon as they are big enough.
And I’m mostly not at the potting machine any more, because every time I walk back there to get some work done, another car pulls up and I have to go back to the front to help another customer.
And so much else is happening all the time, so much I should be blogging about, but as I said… time just flies by.
Another picture from the Conservatory of Flowers in San Francisco. I still have so many pictures from there – from that whole trip – that I’ve never gotten around to post. And so many other things I want to write about. But it’s still so hard to find the time and motivaton.
(And I’ve also just realised I have no idea if this is a Paphiopedilum or a Phragmipedium, or how you even tell the difference. It seems I couldn’t find a tag, otherwise I would have taken a picture of it.)
Whoops. I was so busy cleaning the balcony yesterday that I forgot about Harvest Monday.
Continuing in the same vein as before, with arugula:
Oh yeah, and I also have chives now.
And I finally made it up the hill to the wild garlic patch:
I’d forgotten how much I love wild garlic in my salads or on bread, with cream cheese or just butter. They grow so close to the Nettle Nest, and yet I was always too lazy to go picking before now, and now the flower buds are already coming up, which means the season is almost over.
Time to get back into the habit!
It’s not much yet, but we had the first bowl of balcony-grown salad (red babyleaf lettuce and arugula) at lunch yesterday.
And since this would be a very short post, let me also show you the things I’ve harvested since my last Harvest Monday post in late October last year. From the context of these pictures, these were all last minute before-I-leave-for-America harvests. I think I had planned to make a last Harvest Monday post, but ran out of time.
A tiny bit of kale and broccoli from the community garden.
A rather big red beet, also from the community garden. In fact, there were several messy buckets of root vegetables that I stored in the empty pots on the balcony and ate over the winter. I still have a few parsnips and beets left.
And a box of sweet potatoes from my window boxes. A much better harvest than I’ve ever had before. But I never weighed it, so I don’t know how much it actually was.
And a few things that I either harvested during the winter or ate from my stores:
Daphne, thank you for always hosting Harvest Monday!
I really want to get back into the habit of doing this – first I never miss one for almost five years, then I miss one because of travelling, another one because I forget, post a day late in January and then completely forget again in January…
But this time, I remembered. I may have forgotten my favourite author’s birthday in the middle of celebrating my cousin (and his band), but at least I didn’t forget about GBBD.
And spring has arrived, the balcony garden is planted, which means I have lots of flowers to show, too.
A bit in the bedroom:
I love my Abutilons, I just wish they weren’t such scale magnets…
I’m still really happy with how much this Schlumbergera has bloomed this winter.
In the living room, I have some Forsythia branches that I brought home when I pruned some shrubs for a customer – within a few days, they were in full bloom.
Crocuses at the kitchen window.
There are vegetables and flowers on my windowsills again. This was before I harvested the first babyleaf lettuce for lunch.
And lots more on the balcony.
A Pericallis that I couldn’t resist because it’s my favourite shade of blue (and really blue flowers are so rare) and my latest little treasure, a Rhodohypoxis.
A Primula - I can never remember whether they are P. veris or P. elatior… I planted a yellow one, too, but it died within two days, and I can’t tell why.
Some flowers in the pot tower – Campanula …poscharskyana, I think, forget-me-not (Myosotis sylvatica) and Anemone coronaria.
Lovely pink tulips (I could look up what species/variety, but it’s late, I’m tired, so I won’t.)
And of course, violas in every colour I could find. I even bought some from the competition, just to add more colours.
This doesn’t really feel like the right place for personal posts. But sometimes I just have to…
Until last year, I was barely even aware that the Eurovision Song Contest exists, or what it is. I only noticed it last year because Austria won.
And it’s a good thing that I became aware of it, because this year, I’ll have to pay a lot more attention to it!
I’ve spent the last four Friday evenings watching tv (or a livestream on my laptop), watching the selection of Austria’s candidate for the Song Contest. Watching the original sixteen contestants cut down to six, and prove their musical skills (not that I’m a good judge of that sort of thing), and frantically voting tonight …
And I’m pretty pleased with the result…
More than “pretty pleased”, actually. Madly grinning and shrieking, going back and forth between stunned and giddy – because that guy on the drums? That’s one of my cousins!
He’s been making music for as long as I can remember, from playing the spoons at our grandfather’s birthday party to forming a band with his friends to getting their first song played on the radio – these guys have been making music together since they were kids. It was never my kind of music, so I think the only time I heard them play was at Teacher Cousin’s wedding.
And now this. It feels so unreal! I don’t even really know what to say about it, other than inarticulate shrieking and repeating “oh my god!” over and over again.
(Oh, and last year, another one of my cousins, from the other side of the family, was one of the people who organised what was supposedly the world’s biggest lipdub, with help from a lot of clubs, sports teams, schools etc. from the little town where a lot of my family lives:
If you have fifteen minutes or so, I highly recommend watching it – there are some pretty funny parts!)