I have been a TERRIBLE blogger* lately. And an equally appalling gardener.
OK, now that’s out of the way.
Here come the excuses…
First, the FREAK Halloween snow… the cold… the power outage (less than 24 hours for us, admittedly). I was just NOT ready for winter in October, despite my major freak-out a few weeks ago, when I bundled up all my favorite plants and dragged them inside for “saving.” (You all know where this is going.) I mean, I still
had have dozens of bulbs to plant. (If I could just figure out where…)
The crazy storm just sent me into a deep garden funk. Followed by serious inertia. Yeah, I brought all my succulents in off the “three-season” porch. And the coleus and begonias made it into the basement. Along with the mad scientist begonia/gesneriad propagation lab. (Whole ‘nother topic…. FAILING!) I had good intentions. I didn’t completely eff up, right out the gate. But I just find myself completely uninspired.
Most of said plants have been living sadly in the basement since the day before the big snow, almost two weeks ago! I turn the lights on during the day and try to remember to water, but many are not looking very happy. A full and gruesome report on that later.
Anyway, the other night, I finally got some energy up and started repotting plants, moving things around, bringing some friends upstairs, trying to find light for everyone. And what do I find in one of my big planters? Three healthy sweet potatoes at the end of the vine! (The fine specimens above.) Shocking. I have inadvertently grown something people eat.
I don’t know if this yellowing mother vine is going to make it, especially since I basically just threw it in this bucket with very little dirt and put it back outside. Guess I’ll have to investigate that further. Suddenly, it just seems like so many plants need a new pot, new home, place in the sun. I can’t move fast enough.
(And I have a confession to make to my garden: I’ve been cheating on you with the gym every day. Now, that’s the real problem!)
Anyway, finding these taters was an awesome surprise that definitely put a little spring in my shovel. I had half a mind to chop them up, throw them on the stove and and douse them in brown sugar and butter, but then I started Googling. And it turns out, these tubers will make new plants. (Duh!)
So here they now live… waiting for roots.
I’m making new plants after all.
Here’s hoping these beautiful purple taters will give me the inspiration I need to… root some more coleus cuttings before I kill all my plants DEAD for real**… set up a big old plant table in a well-lit window upstairs… (have decided our third floor is too cold in winter for the full coleus farm. Bummer.)…repot some successful house plants and succulents that need new homes… rake up those goddamn soggy leaves in the front yard… clean out my pathetic, snow-damaged flower beds… plant some tulip bulbs in the not-yet-perma-frozen ground… oh, and look for more giant tubers in my other big planter!
I am sure there’s more to do.
Goal: workout in the yard this weekend.
*I take some comfort in the reports of longtime blogging friends, who assure me creativity, energy, and productivity come in waves for we indie writers. In other words, sometimes you skip a few weeks. Sometimes, you post every day. True?
*With the onset of winter, I can already feel the old careless Plantkiller growing stronger… ignoring formerly beloved plants and their obvious cries for help. I hope I don’t lose everything inside during the grim New England six-month winter. Must fight on. Must stay… focused!