Thanks For The Help, Jack

Solo garlic is interesting to watch grow.

The tradescantia grows slow, no wonder the huge plant died back, it was probably too forced.

Some of the lucky bamboo is plated. The rest has yet to root.

Before I start, Dear Reader, I just want to thank someone who has stood by me, who has made my work so much easier over he years, who has taken my burdens as he own and worked at making them ever lighter, yes, Dear Reader, I’m thanking myself. The Jack that threw shovels of well rotted composted into soil and the Jack that covered the ground with wilted sweet peas that left Dearest Darling Jack with so little work in cleaning up the front garden. All joking aside, Dear Reader, it takes a long-term view to see how the work has lessened, but it really has made the difference working at cleaning, weeding and amending each and every year. You wait so many months, somewhat dreading the condition of everything to find it much better than expected. The stony, hard sol in the front garden is soft and mostly stone free, it hasn’t caught up to the vegetable patch yet, but in time it will. The long trough planters sunk into the ground keep the stones clean and everything is ready for planting whenever I buy trays of flowers. Correction: Whenever the trays are available, Jack is already ready, Dear Reader. Spring is when I kick it up, but I’m already working through the Winter months.

First daffodil. Tiny little thing.

A lack of light makes them close up, but it really is pretty this way.

Only four original leaves remain.

Well, the thirty seven stalks of lucky bamboo are starting to go into their final homes, I put two in with the slightly beaten jade, the two smaller ones aren’t doing well at all, but the large one is turning into a tree, another fifteen into two pots, one for me and another for a friend and still I have far too much left over in water. As with everything like this, Dear Reader, we put our own twist and show our personalities and preferences in every step and stage. I’m using a mixture of potting soil, sand and grit, aquarium grade for another, future, project and orchid mic because why waste? It’s very dry in my room and even with a pair of humidifiers I can’t call it damp, the soil tends to dry quickly, ideal for some plants and most seem just fine. You have to see what’ll live in the places you’re planting, a label can tell you a lot, but experience and failure and, yes, even successes will teach you far more. Buy cheap though, always buy cheap when you can, Dear Reader.

Orchids grow slowly, so very slowly.

Windowsill Orchid. Pleione Formosana. It’s a bulb and I haven’t grown bulbs inside before now.

I’m learning quite a lot about Orchids, mostly that despite the exotic feelings they engender they really are tough and pretty simple to care for once you understand that they really should be sitting in the crook of a tree and letting their roots air and grip. Once a week, after misting daily, mostly daily, I pour water through the pot to hydrate everything, misting doesn’t do much for the lower layers, the leaves block a lot too. Whether it’s correct or not, it works, the plant is healthy and happy. It needs more sun, we all do, Dear Reader, but other than that it’s chugging along happily and I’ll look after it as long as it’s with me. The Windowsill Orchid was on the garden store I buy from, it came as a purple bulb and other than that I’m just letting it grow. It could be made to grow in water only, but I want this to establish not to bloom and fade away. I like plants to grow as naturally as they can. That’s all for today, Dear Reader, another storm is coming so back to being stuck in and grouchy I go, until later, take care.