Last year was a big year for me. I finally decided to give gardening and indoor plants a real effort. I was actually going to water, tend, prune, weed, and fertilize. Guess what happened? I didn’t kill everything!
I only killed some things, but I learned a lot along the way.
I was not excited about warmer temperatures, because the A/C is broken in my van, but I was looking forward to the greenhouses being full again! When my mom and I were antique shopping on Friday, we popped into a couple of local nurseries. I was looking specifically for topiaries, but only found a half-blackened rosemary topiary. I did find some little plants that could be trimmed up and made into topiaries, so I thought I would give that a try.
I trimmed them up and tied them with cotton string to some little sticks I found in the yard. We’ll see how it goes! They certainly look cute at the moment.
I did find a weeping fig (ficus) that has a topiary-ish shape. I bought one last spring, but it really dropped leaves around Thanksgiving, so I finally waved the white flag and pitched it. It made room for a mini Christmas tree, anyway, so it had good timing. At $30, I was at peace with the fact that it only lasted for about 6 months. I’m going to try to take this one further, though.
We can do it, little guy!
A funny thing about ficus tress… I actually bought one with my own money for my room when I was a TEENAGER. I also cleaned the entire house without prompting, but that’s another story. I was definitely an oddball. Anyway, I was infamous for misreading words at first glance and I thought the tag said “fiscus”, so I named my tree “Mr. Fiscus”. It was later that I learned Mr. Fiscus was actually a ficus tree. Duh.
I left this one (we can all him Fiscus Jr.) in the plastic pot it came in, but dropped it into an antique white bucket.
I bought a few other plants. Some herbs, succulents, baby tears, etc…
While I was weeding and potting in the afternoon, the boys enjoyed the warm weather and played in the hose. When Calvin came in, he curled up in one of my antique quilts on the ottoman. It was just such a sweet moment, that I grabbed my camera. I love that, even though we have lots of antiques, to them it’s just our stuff in our home.
And that’s just how it should be.