Plant Play

The 8 house series:

House’s Home

Wandering Wonderings

De-Clutter, De-claim, De-cline

De-clutter, De-claim, De-cline, De-clusion

Eight Eighths

Sweeter Sweatin’

Kitchen Korner

Today: Plant Play

I took out the kitchen trash, and the box of expired canned food.        On my way back in, I stopped and thought “I really need to do something about these plants.”         The landlord told us he does the lawn, but we are responsible for the flower beds.       When we moved in, they looked great, because he had just weeded.       But then all the rain!!

DD1 had pulled this huge weed on Sat.

slob, humor, 1 plant down

Another one bites the dust.

So, it inspired me to do my part.        At least a little bit of it!

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I did more than she did!

It really didn’t take me long either.        The soil was still loose.

                                                                     I see dirt, people.

But, of course there is much more left to do!

No time to play, people!!      I have a plant to kill!!

Repeat x 1 million!!

 

Poison Poinsettia

I confess: I’ve killed again.  <sigh>  I’m already a serial killer, somebody stop me before I become a mass murderer!  (I’m looking at you, dust bunnies.)

This time it wasn’t by dismemberment, (cow), or by smashing it to smithereens, ( elephant), burying it alive, (cat), or shooting it down, (butterflies).  [Poor things, they were considered so insignificant, they didn’t even rate their own post.  My hard heartedness has no bounds.  Do I even have a conscience??]

No, this time it was by starvation.  {I like to vary my methods to keep the thrill of killing fresh.  Nothing worse than a bored killer on the loose.}

Anyhoo, the poor poinsettia plant on the porch, FL room if you must, got it in the neck.   I just totally ignored it, every time I went in and out of the house.   Even though someone, Sweet Friend perhaps, suggested it could do with a drink of water.   Cruelly, I refused.   Even though I could hear faint cries of “Water, please, water!”   As I continued to ignore them, they grew fainter, and more faint.

dead poisoned poinsettia plant

 

I did however, stop PP from playing with the leaves.  Besides the fact that they are poisonous, there does need to be some kinda respect for the dead.

dead leaves from poisoned poinsettia

 

 

Poor poisoned Poinsettia, peace out.

Blooming Blossoms or Blossoming Blooms

I couldn’t make up my mind, which one to use, so I did both.  Ya know, like a magazine sometimes has 2 different covers??  (Yeah, I think I’m an international sensation!!)

Here it is November, and my leggy plants are still blooming!  Let’s celebrate!

pretty purple periwinkles

Pretty purple periwinkles

leggy plants

Here’s the leggy part! What long gams you have!

Pretty purple periwinkles proudly perform.

High-faluting hibiscus hollahs.   ( What is an “h” word for bloom?  Well, Melinda, Google has this cute little thing called a thesaurus, to find out!  USE it!)

High-faluting hibiscus in her heyday.  (How about that?)

coral hibiscus

White (oh boy, this one’s gonna be tough…)  can we skip this one and come back to it?  Thanx.

white periwinkles

white wonders?? Nope, doesn’t quite work.

Mexican (heather) matures.

mexican heather

Green grass growing great.  (Kapow!  Knocked that one outta the park!)

green grass, pipe

Nope, not my yard. But I forgot to take a pic of MY grass, so this’ll have to do.

(It is the canal, at my park, tho.      Please ignore the ugly pipe.  If only I knew how to crop pix, by myself!!)

God grows a great garden!!

 

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Green Thumb, Black Thumb

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My mama, more commonly known as “Grandmama” (please read with a French accent), has a green thumb.  She grows all manner of plants, and they flourish.    (yes, my real mama).

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She loves to have her hands in the dirt.  (So would that make her a black thumb?)

Flowers make her happy, fresh flowers on the table make her ecstatic!

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When she had a house, and then a garden apartment, she had beautiful flowers surrounding her.

On the other hand, my sister, brother and I have true black thumbs.

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And it’s spread all over our chests! AAAAUUUUUGGGHHHH!!! We’re rotting!!

I’m a tad so dramatic.

Anyhooo, as kids we tried to grow veggies.  Never worked, NEVER!

I wonder if it had something to do with Brother pulling them up to see if they were growing???

Naaah, that couldn’t be it.

Granny Chaney gave me African violets after I got married.  One by one they bit the dust.  Then she gave me a Purple Passion plant. (yes, it’s a real plant! Google it.)  Surprise, surprise! (not) it died.

Finally, in exasperation, she gave me a cactus, declaring “Now, I know you won’t kill this.”

Who knew?????  Watering a cactus kills it.  Color me surprised.

I have a black thumb.  So, I’m the Death Angel for plants.  I’ve accepted it.

So, if you were planning to send me a plant, go ahead and kill it, and send me the obituary.

RIP all the plants past….

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