People insist on giving me orchids. Nasty, plasticky looking things that I feel obliged to keep going just in case they might flower again one year. In the meantime there's the unattractive foliage and all that chiped bark to stare at. Lovely.
In Belgium, people would give me big blousey florist's pots of flowering hydrangea of the lace-cap or mophead variety. All very well but their top growth never survived a Belgian winter so they never flowered again.......
OH has, finally, learned not to buy me bouquets but to save his pennies for a decent plant fair and let me choose a plant for the garden that will live on, and on.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Hubby buys me plants, but I keep saying it's like me buying him wallpaper. " here's a present, now you have to go and do something with it" He's getting better at phoning and saying " I'm in the garden centre , would you like me to buy X ?" I'm still waiting for @Lyn to come collect 2 cordyline australis which he bought me and I hate. lol. Bless'im.
No one buys me plants but I do get the ones that family members have nearly killed. I don't feel sentimental about them I just like to bring them back to full health to rub their faces in it a bit.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
You could always put your sunglasses on and pretend you were back in Crete @KT53 ! Feeling curmudgeonly as it's been raining again and l need to empty the big plant trays - again. Something tells me that in a few weeks l'll be complaining that it's too hot/too dry.
OK then - dark corner for this last remaining orchid it is.
WE - when I worked in an office - 3 decades ago now - I was always brought the plants that struggled. When we moved to big, new, plush offices I inherited two teeny, sickly "orphans". One is a ficus benjamina variegata, now 2m' high and very bushy and bonny (judicious pruning) and the other is a ficus elastica, now multi-stemmed and very healthy. They are about to go out to the shaded but bright corner of the terrace for their summer hols - if it ever warms up enough for them to be safe at night, that is.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
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In Belgium, people would give me big blousey florist's pots of flowering hydrangea of the lace-cap or mophead variety. All very well but their top growth never survived a Belgian winter so they never flowered again.......
OH has, finally, learned not to buy me bouquets but to save his pennies for a decent plant fair and let me choose a plant for the garden that will live on, and on.
He's getting better at phoning and saying " I'm in the garden centre , would you like me to buy X ?"
I'm still waiting for @Lyn to come collect 2 cordyline australis which he bought me and I hate. lol. Bless'im.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Feeling curmudgeonly as it's been raining again and l need to empty the big plant trays - again.
Something tells me that in a few weeks l'll be complaining that it's too hot/too dry.
WE - when I worked in an office - 3 decades ago now - I was always brought the plants that struggled. When we moved to big, new, plush offices I inherited two teeny, sickly "orphans". One is a ficus benjamina variegata, now 2m' high and very bushy and bonny (judicious pruning) and the other is a ficus elastica, now multi-stemmed and very healthy. They are about to go out to the shaded but bright corner of the terrace for their summer hols - if it ever warms up enough for them to be safe at night, that is.