I finally, finally got all my houseplants in for the winter. There is not a room in our house without a corner like this one – chock full of plants. (Chock full seems to be a reoccurring theme among my garden this year.)
This is in part because I cannot bring myself to throw out a plant (hence, the really beat up looking Poinsettia from last year lives on). Nor can I say no to taking in plants that someone else might throw away or leave to die. I did mercifully, lose several during a frost. A few others suffered frostbite – I thought they would be safe on our back porch which is now partially closed up with two real windows and green board. Nope. One of my victims is a begonia I have had for several years. She is a monster begonia, or was. She is looking sad but I think she will make a come back next summer if I baby her all winter.
Even my shed is now full of plants from my water container as a few of them are perennials. I have drained off the water and I am going to wrap bubble wrap around/among them and store them in the shed for winter. Hopefully they will come back to life when I fill my water container once more in the spring. It is yet another gardening experiment.
I need to reevaluate my plant tenants’ lease. The rent’s going up! How great would it be to only have say five plants, that I really, really love who won’t suffer abuse because instead of a one-man farm to manage, I will only have a small collection to primp and ogle over? Also, the best of the tenants can be moved outside in the summer for containers and then be, promptly, moved back in for the winter – slash that annual bill. My succulent dish gardens qualify although some, too, suffered frostbite. (That is a glimpse of monster begonia left.)
But then there are the orchids and my terrarium stage … Who am I kidding? I bet next year, once again, there won’t be a corner available that isn’t chock full of plants. (I am still pining for a Flowering Maple.)