Cate is in Delhi this week so the cats and I are having the usual knees ups.
I have a number of chores to do while she is away so it will not be all beer and skittles.
Firstly there is the matter of the crispy plants on the terrace. I am really reluctant to replace them because I know the inevitable result – but I will have to dispose of the two corpses and can hardly leave two large empty pots staring accusingly at me. And no I refuse to succumb to plastic plants – yet.
I have given the subject of their demise some careful thought and have narrowed it down to:
Not enough/too much water
Too hot/too cold
Too much sun
Not enough/too much fertilizer
Too many Foo Fighters videos (the plants have a front row seat for the TV and I tend to watch-listen to too much music on my 25 satellite music channels when Cate is away).
Using the old soil from the previous plants (which also turned crispy). I think this was the real problem – as was suggested by fmcgmccllc.
This and not speaking to them enough. Well it is hard to have a conversation with plants that you know are on life support and going to die at the first opportunity.
What do you say? Hello my little Buchsbaums – how are they hanging? What are you going to do today - apart from turning crispy I mean?
So when I start again I will start with a fresh batch of potting mix and perhaps some hardier plants. My track record with Buchsbaums is appalling.
Also as they don’t seem to like hot OR cold weather maybe I will bring them inside from the terrace during the months when the weather is a bit extreme.
Perhaps into the bedroom where they can be really comfortable – with their own Doonas.
Maybe I need a gardener?
My other pressing task is to clean out the basement. (Shriek)! This is much harder then killing plants.
More of this tomorrow.