My mom could grow anything in a food garden, but had zero interest in house plants or flowers. I’m close to her polar opposite.
Don’t get me wrong – I’d love to grow a food garden. Unfortunately it isn’t possible here. I mean it’s technically possible, but it would require a level of work I’m physically unable to do, expensive specialized equipment and supplies, and unrealistic amounts of water for a home setup. Growing a garden in the desert ain’t for the poor or the faint of heart.
Aaaaaanyway…
We do have a couple of happy house plants. Our ginormous pothos, Goliath, is even more happy since I fed him some fertilizer.
I assumed he was an all-green variety, since he’d had only-green leaves from the day (several years ago) that I bought him. And I was perfectly happy with his greenery.
But lo, mere days after I fed him, he popped out some wonderful leaves varigated with white & pale gold – which, as it turns out, is a sign he’s a healthier and happier Goliath. Now he just needs a haircut and a trellis. I had no idea that with a good trellis, the leaves on these things can get to be bigger than dinner plates. Trailing on the floor isn’t their thang.
We also added a baby rubber plant to the top of the new buffet, and rubber baby is looking well. I haven’t decided on a name for the rubber yet – maybe Ruth? Baby Ruth has a good ring to it, right?
Since transplanting to a larger pot, the kitchen basil is looking happier, which I’ll take. I also have a teeny mint plant I should also re-pot, for the same reason. I gotta find a suitable pot that’s big enough to support a growing plant but small enough not to overwhelm our itty bitty kitchen.
We realistically need a window box, which G promised to build.
And you know, he might.
Someday.
Eventually.
Maybe.
I know – the excitement is underwhelming. I’ll take every excuse to smile that I can find these days. Little smiles are the only things holding the world together these days.