It may be snowing outside, but it looks like Spring in the greenhouse. This past weekend I cleaned away the remainders of the online boutique, got the heater going, and brought the potting soil in from the garage to unthaw. I filled an oversized plastic bucket with water, and although it’s not pretty, it’s a convenient reservoir, so I’m not hauling water from the house. The season has officially started…for me.
About a month ago, I took cuttings from two of my Spider houseplants. I know they’re considered “pedestrian”, somewhat passé. Still, I love the variegation in their leaves, and they are virtually indestructible…not to mention the health benefits they provide to air quality. I can visualize the Spider plants being the filler/spiller in my containers this summer.
I had the cuttings packed into a glass bowl placed in front of the window. The roots began to sprout in no time…hopefully I haven’t waited too long to get them into potting soil. There are over 50 cuttings!
Last weekend the Rose House opened at one of our local greenhouses. I couldn’t resist going out on the first day (like all the keen rose enthusiasts) and found six tea roses I’d never planted before. I also got two Eugenia topiaries for the urns at the front door.
For now, the plants are looking healthy, and I’m sure, grateful to be tucked inside where it’s warm!
What is it about playing in the dirt that makes us so happy? Is it a memory from our past, or is it the overwhelming feeling of well being that is unexplainable?
P.S. Not one to miss out on the fun, my furry companion, Charlie, loves being in the greenhouse too, especially burying her nose in a bag of dirt and looking for whatever mischief she can find!