Beauty By the Pot

I misplace things.

Bright pink

Especially plant tags. (‘Using Chopsticks’ post)

White white

So here are my Schlumbergeras, by the pot.

Red red

After they finish blooming.

White blush mix

I will refer to these photos to take the requested cuttings of the different colors.


Without surprising anyone a year later.


No one complains, of course.

Gold blush

Notice they are all on the same tray for size comparison. Also, I put a colored dot on the pot with a Sharpie.  This helps for a while, until the dots fade.

Pink red

I make up names for color variations. White white has white buds and white blooms. White blush has white buds and blushing blooms, etc..

Happy Thanksgiving







A Constellation of Blooms

I am surrounded by stars.


Schlumbergera stars.


The blooms of dreams.


They appear when needed most.


Darkness is coming. Coldness is coming.


But not here, in this room full of vibrant colors.


I care for my own galaxy.


It sends back the light from brighter time.


In the form of flowers.



Barren to Bountiful

There is a spot where nothing grows.

The soil is hard. The shade is deep. The slope is steep.

But we can fix that.

It’s a lovely spot on the hill, over-looking the water, under the fig tree.

Mr. Flower and I are working on it.

We have loaded in soil by the wagon loads and Bunny-fertilizer by the buckets full.

Now that the leaves are falling, they are being added into the mix.

There are plants that need that spot you see.

They are in the wrong place, they are crowded, not enough this or that

They cannot grow nor bloom where they are.

They need transportation and relocation.

So they can thrive instead of just survive.

That’s what we gardeners do. We give plants a chance to be their best.

We can’t grow and bloom for them.

But we can give them a place to do it and the right resources to help.

You wait until next spring. This spot will go from barren to bountiful.

It’s a beautiful feeling, this win-win.  We all grow.



I Took my Crutch to Town

Well, actually I took them both.  The shovel stayed home.

I don’t think the city folk would appreciate a dirty shovel in their fancy buildings.

I parked in a parking deck and swung myself about a quarter mile

through doors, up elevators and down corridors to find my destination.

I use the word swung instead of walk because I like to use my crutches like a personal swing set.

This gives both my legs a rest, the hurt one and the now over-worked one.

I have been here before you see. It is not my first Crippled Rodeo. I am a seasoned performer.

The lobby was full of pitiful patients. I was the perkiest person there. I was almost ashamed to be among all this obvious suffering.

I fidgeted feet, twittled thumbs, tapped knees and hummed.

I had to swing back up to the front desk twice for instructions.

Finally, it was my turn to go back. For my last trick, I held both crutches under my left arm for support and carried my purse and medical chart with my right hand.

These folks needed to see how it was done.

Dr. Beaver is like a breeze and sunshine.  Some people just have a happy aura. ( Sorry, no photo ladies.)

We discussed my overzealousness in the Charleston gardens and my precious parents.

I got both my hurt, real knee and my artificial, expensive knee x-rayed.

He then took out a LONG needle and shot a miracle through and into my knee.

I carried out my crutches and swung my new orange purse.

This is not the end of the story.  But for now, I am back in action.

Shovel only!  Hooray.


A Crutch and a Shovel

For the past two weeks, I have had to use an extra tool.

I have needed a crutch to get around.

My left knee had too much Charlestion. Not the dance, the city.

I just had to see every plant on every plantation.

By Sunday, I could not walk. Thank goodness for rolling luggage.

For over two weeks, I have walked up and down my hills with a crutch under my left arm and a shovel in my right hand, for balance and digging.

It has been such a blessing.  This crutch. I have learned a lot from it.

I have learned to be grateful for the right tool at the right time.

You see, I could NOT have walked.  I would have been stuck  inside looking out my windows

at the weeds that needed pulling and the mulch that needed spreading and the bunnies that needed chasing…

This dirty crutch gave me my freedom.  What if I had not had it?

Yes, I have a bad knee, but I also have a crutch and a shovel.

( No photo. It is 4:00 AM and I left it in the car after seeing my doctor. That is in Part Two.)


Underground Growth

Just because you don’t see something, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

I have an example of a White Peruvian Daffodil/Hymenocallis festalis.


I planted one bulb last year.

It grew.  It bloomed.  Then it sat there all summer… I thought.

It is hardy to 10 degrees F, so I figured I had better bring part of it in for my stock plants.



I dug it up today.  There were 23 bulbs.


The other shocker is, I dug half of it up last month.

One bulb to 40+ within one year.


Just because you don’t see something, doesn’t mean it’s not there.

Sometimes you have to dig a little.

Pay attention. A lot goes on underground.





Seeds for Tomorrow

No matter how you feel today, you must plan for tomorrow.

Winter is coming.

Your plants know this.  They are setting seed.

Hibiscus seed pod

What are you going to do?  Let them fall to the ground to rot or be eaten?

No. You are going out there and collect those seeds to save and share.

Four O’clock seeds

There is no use buying the same type seeds next spring.  They may not be the exact hybrid.

Flying Saucer seeds
Flying Saucer Flower

It takes only minutes. Take envelopes with a marker.

Butterfly Weeds pod
Butterfly weed seeds

Write the name of the plant on an envelope and put a number of seeds in it.

Bind weed
Bind weed seeds

I take requests, so I save many seeds from some plants to share.

I even save weed seeds that I like to plant along my driveway.

Think forward, now that winter is coming.  Prepare for tomorrow.

FLOWER’s seed bank. I will share.

Get ready gardeners.  Think spring!

FLOWER in the fall.