Today was a good day to stay indoors, as it is once again raining cats and dogs.
Unfortunately, today being a workout day, I had to suit up, do the pain cave thing.
One good thing about having to move the car from the carport and park in the pain cave’s parking lot is that I don’t have to wash the car. The rain washed it for me.
Another good thing about the rain is the dead spots in the complex lawn, caused by the drought, are turning green. The landscapers no longer have to paint the lawn.
Activity Director followed through in providing pots for our starter plants, but the pots she provided are not what I was expecting.
|Dull and too big for windowsill|
I was expecting something small, cute, feminine so I headed to the garden center of Home Depot yesterday to find pots more to my liking.
Didn’t find anything to suit my fancy — even tried Lowe’s, but I did find seeds to start my little windowsill garden.
I also picked up a little plant that looked interesting.
I know what I’ve purchased, but I’m wondering how many of you know what it is.
Need a hint?
I’ve named her Audrey.
So anyway, care instructions say Audrey likes rainwater, which got me to thinking that if Audrey likes rainwater, the others may as well. Thus, catching the rain.
Now that I’ve got the seeds to grow edibles, like Activity Director had initially planned, the question is what to do with the two starter pots of what will grow into flowers.
They’re already sprouting, which to me means they are a living thing and though I don’t really want them now that I’ve got what I want, I don’t want to trash them, unalive them.
I once did purposely unalive a plant and the guilt plagues me.
It was back in ‘79 when I was working in the Business Office of a company for a decent guy by the name of Pete.
Married and not having an affair, Pete nevertheless had a groupie by the name of Kathy who, though not the office manager, was a bit overbearing and acted as though she were.
No one stood up to Kathy, no one dared cross her, including me because of my being Black and having to play the submissive game in order to stay employed.
Because Kathy was crushing on my boss, she was always hovering around, bossing me, getting on my nerves and me with no way to fight back.
EXCEPT Kathy, whose office was clear on the other side of the floor, put her favorite plant right next to my boss’s door, which was right next to my desk — sort of like a dog pissing on its territory.
Inasmuch as I had to bite my tongue and keep my face straight when Kathy pushed my buttons, I revenged myself on her plant.
At the end of the day, if I had coffee left over in my cup, I’d toss it into the soil of her plant. Same with soda.
Kathy’s plant began to fade and fade and fade until one day, when she was hovering around my area, she looked at her plant, noticed it was dying or dead, let out a distressed, "What’s happening to my plant!", then grabbed it up as one would a child and rushed it out of the area. Probably took it back to her area where it should have been all along.
It’s been something like 43 years and, though I got a perverse pleasure out of getting back at Kathy, I do feel a measure of guilt because I appreciate plants and consider them a form of life.
That being said, I have to think of a guilt free way to dispose of the two starter plants.
Maybe I’ll sneak outside in the dark some night, and plant them in the dirt at the end of the stairs.
If they take root and grow into flowers, the landscapers will of course, dig them up, but that will be their guilt, not mine.
Google thinks it's a Venus Fly Trap.ReplyDelete
Cheater, but Google is correct.Delete
Could you put the starter plants on your balcony? I once took a bonsai course for which I had to buy a small baby pine tree in a pot. The course was beyond my horticultural skill so I never finished it. But what to do with the little pine tree? Like you, I didn't just want to kill it by pitching it in the garbage or something. So one morning at dawn, I drove it to the Conservatory in a city park and left it at the front door, like an abandoned orphan baby, trusting that the conservatory staff would give it a good home somewhere. I hope it's still growing in the park somewhere, lol.ReplyDelete
I thought about the balcony but, when it's sunny, the direct sunlight gets too hot for anything to survive. Plus, I need the balcony bare so I can decorate for Halloween and Christmas. IF, we still had a Community Garden, that would be perfect. I like that idea of Conservatory in a city park. I'll do some research to see if an option in my area.Delete
Careful Audrey doesn't get TOO big; she'll have a mighty appetite!ReplyDelete
Not a problem. I know a few humans she can eat.Delete
I had an Audrey when I was around 10. I fed it ground beef. It didn’t seem to like it. Surprising that AD came through but those pots are enormous.ReplyDelete
The nearest to animal protein this Audrey is likely to get are the occasional pesky gnats.Delete
Looked like a Venus Flytrap to me, they're difficult to keep Alive but they are a fascinating Plant. I got some Exotic large Plants from of all places, the 99 Cent Only Store, which now has more expensive things, the Plants were $19.99 but the size and type that would cost Hundreds at a Plant Nursery and they were very healthy specimens, so I was Jazzed. My Brother in Diamond Bar got flooded even tho' they Sandbagged and they had a Tornado touch down only 20 Miles from where they live too, Cali is really experiencing the Climate Change disastrous effects for sure. I joked with him that next it will be Locusts and Frogs. *Winks*ReplyDelete
Audrey is indeed a flytrap and I'm already thinking she'll be difficult to keep alive. She's fascinating to look at and, though small, the fact that she's got these fuzzy little teeth thingies makes me a little afraid of her. Diamond Bar isn't too far from me, so floods, the snowing where it never snowed before and the tornado not too far away, means locusts, frogs, the plague of Egypt isn't out of the question.Delete
Depending on what type of flower, you could possibly have them in pots on the windowsill, too.ReplyDelete
I'll hang onto them for a while, see how it goes.Delete
Yep, it's a genuine Venus Fly Trap. I think there's a big one in the movie "Little Shop of Horrors." I've had a couple. Find, swat, or save a dead bug, (live one if you want to mess with it,) and with tweezers, drop it into the open flytrap. I sent one to my kid when he was in vet school; even mailed some dead flies for him to feed it. They're weird plants. Give it to AD or the Stalker girl. Glad your rain isn't pouring into your apartment! Linda in KansasReplyDelete
"Find, swat, or save a dead bug ... drop it into the open flytrap". Gross! But just in case Audrey does need a live bug, I'll give her a few hours outside, in a corner by the front door, so she can feast on flies and spiders.Delete
If you listen in the still of the night you can hear Audrey "Feed me. I'm hungry."ReplyDelete
ROFLMAO! But that will be the day Audrey gets put out ... permanently.Delete