As may have been
mentioned elsewhere (I don't track what I write per see), I had a collection of
plants at my last home. Of ninety-five plants in that collection (approximately
sixty-five separate displays or creations), eighty or more were rehomed by my
ex-partner who didn't want to look after them or care for them until I found
somewhere to live.
She doorstepped
me a few weeks back with a terrarium I made from a broken demijohn, that had (since
I left my old home) been over-watered to the point that it was more water than
soil, a prayer plant she bought me (it has nice leaves but I don’t feel for it),
and a tray of mixed Christmas and Easter cacti I took from single leaf cuttings
from my mother (who has just celebrated her eighty-seventh birthday). There are
twelve in the tray and they flower periodically.
Yesterday, 12th
of March 2022, I took a trip to the garden centre and spent £36 on a few `tots’
tiny plants, mere infants in the grand scheme of things. I videoed the process,
and appended below is the feature-length movie of that day's exploits 😊
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