More Blooms

It’s been a busy week. I’m bushed. I just woke up and I’m ready for bed. So, just some photos of stopping to smell the roses, so to say.

My citronella outside is loving the sun! 

I guess I haven’t kept up on my Count Dracula. I picked all the peppers so she could focus on flowering. The troubles of keeping an annual perennially. 

 

You know, I have to say that in an urban setting, onions have to be the easiest and most practical thing to grow. So many dishes include them. We got a walking onion a few years ago, and we’ve kept it going. It’s also flowering, but guess what?

The flowers are edible before they seed! Well, except for walking onions, which grow new onion bulbs instead!

They are so delicious, and all you have to do is grab a chunk and rip it off. No peeling or chopping. The taste complements breakfast perfectly. If you care about what you eat but aren’t a green thumb, I highly recommend growing onions! You literally cannot kill them by over watering, and they are perfectly happy in a 1L pot their whole life cycle. They over winter very well, and that’s when the bulb onions do most of their layering.

I’ve been talking about aquaponics for so long now, I decided to tip toe into that realm now. Luke the fish now has some flora to enjoy too.

Bedroom Blooms

Flowers, flowers, everywhere

After about two weeks, they finally unfolded! 

Yes, I like this shot! The crimson in the petals pull you in like a siren’s song…

In case you missed it in my earlier post, here’s my spider plant. Its flower only lasts a day, so it’s pretty awesome to have been able to sit and watch it open! 

The citronella has so many buds on it, and the flowers usually last a couple weeks. So, expect more pics when she is more fully laced!

Edit: Here’s the shot!

Spring Blooms

Spring Break is on, and I took advantage of what might be our last day of sunshine for the week. Finally, I get to share the season’s colors from the window of the Pacific Northwest!

Chocolate mint with its tiny pink flowers. 

This coneflower has been kept indoors and flowering for a while, but it’s been much happier having more sun in its new spot. 

Saw these on our walk to the park. No idea what they are, but they aren’t daffodils so I had to appreciate their yellow blooms. 

Our little azalea, loving the morning sun. 

But nothing like the ones at the park! 

Also spotted on our stroll. An iris, maybe? Slugs have feasted hard on the poor things, but I love the white and light purple.

This poor rosemary has been uprooted two years in a row now. I don’t fully expect it to live, and I don’t know where to go with it if it does. But, it’s putting out its best Spring effort anyway! 

Just because it wouldn’t be a Spring collection without them. 

I will come back and add a couple more soon as my citronella and spider plant buds decide to open. πŸ˜„

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Superb serendipity

Wow, the big week is finally over as of turning in keys at 4 pm today. I was fully peeved and over it all after paying almost two hundred for a second storage unit that could have been avoided with less procrastination. There was so much still left as of yesterday and the anxiety multiplied. We stayed until the kids’ bedtime trying to sweep and pick up the old place. Of course, a completely empty house is a quite unusual thing for a child to experience, so they were wild with excitement. They ran around outside doing circles through the bay and man doors of the garage while we cleaned. They refused to keep their heads dry, just to keep on top of aging their parents with worry. At the end of the evening, Kim drove her truck loaded to the hilt with plants to park on the street outside our new apartment. 

Not that it was entirely by choice as much as circumstance, but she said adieu to just a couple flowers. 

This one has probably both split its rotten wood barrel and grown into the ground, too. There was a near dead fern in the same situation. 

I could’ve swore this rose was planted just last year, but it has pretty well settled in either way. 

Ha ha! Oh, the mini rose that got run over by the lawn mower, it refuses to die! 

The slugs might win over a couple of these, but at least we had one season of color. 

So, we didn’t get to fully clean everything. I spent my morning hauling bags of trash, cardboard, and old paint out of the garage. Not that it would make any real difference with all the moss, but I gave the driveway a sweep. As exhausted as I was, emotionally as well as physically, the neat freak in me was having a last minute itch and half-hearted as it was, I swept.

It’s been tough to work through this whole move with Kim. As a child, my parents moved often, and always to different towns. Moving long distance is both traumatic and challenging with a family. But then I had been assigned to logistics in the Corps. Not only did I personally stay on the move, but my whole job was to move people and equipment onto various shipping vessels. Just before kicking off engineering school, I worked for United Van Lines moving households. Believe me, I got this thing down. I am a furniture Tetris master! 

This is the third time Kim has ever moved, and it wasn’t under very happy circumstances. She grieved intensely for three whole days over selling her chickens, and then some over her ducks, tearing down the coop, etc. Of course, there must be grieving, and I want to be sensitive to that. However, I kept reminding her that freezing up with emotion caused me anxiety every day that ticked by without making any progress on the moving. The other half of the anxiety builds up over the sheer chaos of things. Boxes over filled beyond stackable, random things from different rooms in a box, and all the clutter that remained despite the number of passes through. Where is this? Have you seen that? Ugh, just chaos. She thinks it’s okay, and at some point I drove the point of my frustration home by admitting how it upset me that she lost the ring I got for her. Having lost it in the first place upset her, but knowing that it upset me as well made it worse. The mess is just not okay when it consumes the important things, and that was one of them. 

I still maintain that my very nature would have driven me to sweep the mossy driveway, but I have to admit there was something powerful and divine behind this one. 

I didn’t get a chance to present it before she found it in the cup holder on our way to turn in keys. She called me a jerk and has been teary with joy for most the evening. I couldn’t have matched this for a birthday gift with any amount of money.