Gardening and future planning

 Too tired for my scheduled exercise, sat about for a bit, then thought I'm not too tired to water the downstairs plants.

Famous last words.

I watered, then a few minutes later noticed a small flood around the plants. There ensued mopping, moving, wiping, discovering that the plant sitting inside a wicker container was busily leaking. 

When I tried to move it to the patio to see what was what, the wicker container fell apart. Ah.  So new saucer for the plant, then I turned my thoughts to the hanging spider plants in the kitchen.

 And, here's the planning part: since I have to climb steps to reach and lift them off the hook to water in the sink and drain, then muscle them back up again, it's time to think again.

The smaller one, aside from needing to be repotted, is lighter and less likely to drag me off the steps with its weight when watered. So that can hang there for now.

 I'm starting to have other plans for those hangers now, involving S hooks and dowels and kitchen utensils. Watch this space.

For the bigger plant, I found a new pot, desperately needed, poor thing totally rooted and weary, and repotted it with fresh soil. In a bigger pot. Which I definitely am not going to climb up and down with.

 A handy studio stool is now in a new home. The plant is looking around at her new friends.  And a dreaded task is done.  

While I was doing all this hauling and sweeping after the potting was done, I thought I might as well, on a roll now, package and label my seeds.

 They're now in a dark kitchen drawer away from the stove. I might even start them in winter just to get a bit of foliage, we'll see.

All in all I might as well have done the exercise. Funny how you find energy for what you feel like doing, but just too tired for what you don't feel like. And I'm rationalizing that all this frenzy of activity counts.

The Constant, and Instant, Gardener Next Door

Gary, neighbor always plant and shrub shopping, and for whom I'm the lifetime consultant on things green, came over suddenly, it's always suddenly, this evening wanting an opinion on a newly planted tree or two, and to show me a pot he bought to house an old plant collection now outgrowing its original home.   No time like the present, says I, and we did the transplant surgery right away.

Then, ready to take a pic of its new appearance, he tidied and swept the patio where we did the transplant, to show it off in its new habitat, which I must say is a much better fit than the tiny container it came from.  So he recorded it from both angles, to show its new habitat to the owner via email.

All this took place under the eye of his guard dog, Appi, who is also his granddog.

The difficulty with giving plants, especially collections, as funeral offerings, is that the recipient not only has a nice reminder of the person, but has a longtime task of keeping it going and looking good.  

And when she moves away, as this recipient did, to where the plant could not come, my neighbor inherited it.  She checks up regularly and wants photographic evidence that it's flourishing, so he's nervous all the time about his lack of skill. 

I've been keeping it, and a lot of his other houseplants, happy, and finally said, well, would J., the mother of the person whose funeral this was for, like me simply to take custody?  we know each other, we've chatted gardens, and he came over today to do the transplanting and then, not before the transplant (!) to break it to me that she agrees and that it now lives under my guardianship.

It's found a sudden place on my staging upstairs, which involved a bit of juggling, since the whole thing was a surprise, but it's okay.

And while we were at it, we did a bit of work with his sweet potato plant relative whose name I forget, and I swiped a few cuttings while I was at it, in the name of pruning. 

Officially I do this to give him backup plants if the original one falters, but we both know that gardener's larceny is at work and they will be my plants, along with various other rescues.

So that was the sudden gardening that broke out, not exactly what I thought I'd be doing, but great fun all the same.  He commented that he can't resist when he sees plants needing a new home..to which I said, no, I know,  if you don't have room, you'll find room, even if it's next door..

I can't say I object to all this nice greenery around the place, though.