Thursday, January 7, 2016
Plant Report, with Household Weirdness
Some very strange things are happening around here. Last night a shelf suddenly collapsed in our linen closet, very poltergeist-like, bringing down stacks of sheets. A light bulb exploded when I turned on our floor lamp, showering glass onto the floor. Dave had trouble with the oven, and the gas inspector (who came on his routine annual visit Monday) said our stove top is old and not up to standard.
I've already told you about the leaning bush, which I'm still trying to get the landlord to resolve. (We can't stake the bush ourselves because of its location, and besides, the landlord is responsible for maintaining the front garden -- we only do the back.) And finally, our daffodils are blooming -- at the beginning of January!
"This flat is falling apart!" Dave declared this morning. I suppose we can't really include the daffodils in that complaint, but otherwise -- yeah.
Speaking of plants, while I was in Florida I visited my two remaining stateside houseplants -- the ones I asked my brother to save from my Mom's yard when she sold her house. You may remember they have quite a history. The bird's foot cactus (rhipsalis) above is almost 40 years old, a gift from a woman who used to take care of my brother and me when we were children. I repotted it when I visited and it's now in my brother's back yard among his ferns.
And my purple heart sits at the side of his house near a fence. It would be much more purple if it got direct sun, but it's been in a shady spot for a long time.
Meanwhile, back in London...
By the way, everything went well with my talks to the eighth-graders yesterday. I have two more to do today, and then I can put this behind me for another year.