Sunday, November 11, 2007

Another wild night

It's possible I've killed my venerable 25-year old jade plant by not getting it inside fast enough. I hope that's not the case, but we shall have to see. The breezeway is returning to its usual overcrowded winter condition, as I stuff all of my plants in there and arrange and re-arrange, trying to find a way for all of them to get sunlight while leaving me room to pick up/vacuum up dropped leaves and petals.

Every year, I acknowledge the fact that I am at my full capacity for houseplants, and every year I succumb to the lure of the pots and baskets everywhere I look in the spring. This year, I went a bit crazy, and got two new geraniums, one white and one pink, two different helichrysums, a "black" sweet potato vine (burgundy leaves), an English Ivy and then I rescued a volunteer geranium that popped up in one of the gladiolus beds.

So now I have plants in the staging area, aka the garage, as I fuss and shuffle and arrange the breezeway. Prisoner of my addiction for sure, and likely to wind up as a prisoner in my own house if my buying sprees continued. I won't be a crazy old cat lady, I'll be a crazy old plant lady!

3 comments:

rgraham666 said...

Snicker. This is soooo Jammies. ;)

Zayrina said...

As a member of the black thumb brigade I glare at thee....

Kathy said...

As long as your plants don't start calling you Seymour, you should be ok.