I know, I know...why even start a blog if I can't manage to write in the damn thing? While that is a compelling point...I do have shit to say about this life-consuming undertaking and it seems I've finally found a few minutes during which to let my thoughts flow. While I'm not sure where the tradition originated or why, I just know that it exists- all truly great (which here means cultivated with great care and enthusiasm) gardens have names, like ranches, yachts, or rifles. As is the case with conjuring titles or naming anything, it is my belief that one should never force a name upon anything, no matter how small. All truly fitting names come naturally, usually as they are earned in some fashion. My puppies remain nameless until the instant the proverbial light bulb goes off and it comes blurting out of my mouth. From that point forth, "It" is permanent and might as well be made of solid gold that sticks like solid glue....That moment came this morning for...
Per Ms. Sheila- the pecan trees are blooming and that can only mean one thing... we won't be freezing again until fall...if ever. heh. With that go-ahead, I've been getting all of the plants which survived the winter with me situated outside, repotted if necessary, you know- the works. & this is by far the quickest means of taking notes... I have VERY green thumbs when it comes to growing Arrowhead Vines (Synogonium) . I currently have a regular type growing in a hanging planter, a very happy 'Pink Allusion' variety overgrowing its modest container, and two cuttings rooted in water- one several times the size of the other. Since the hanging basket is comparatively sparse, I plan to add the rooted cuttings to it as a way to fill out the space. When fall of 2017 was fast approaching, I took a cutting from the Coleus I had grown from a leaf cutting the Spring prior. I had it rooting in water since then. I trimmed off the lowermost leaves and planted in a fairly s...