Thursday, April 6, 2017
Remember how I rescued the discarded fig tree? (Or attempted to rescue it, I should say -- we still have it but it's not showing any leaves yet, so I'm not sure whether it pulled through its ordeal or not.)
Along the same lines, here's another plant rescue story.
I've mentioned the house down the street with the lions -- the one that was recently vacated and is now under renovation. The lions, you will recall, were adopted by a neighbor. And since I last wrote about it, the old bicycle out front has been discarded, and I've been keeping an eye on the large potted acanthus beneath the big front window. I've always liked that plant.
Early this week I was sorry to see that it had been pruned within an inch of its life, which seemed a sign that it was going in the trash. So I asked the workmen if I could have it.
"We trimmed it rather harshly," one admitted. But he said sure, take it away.
So Dave and I picked it up last night, and carried it in its rotten, rusty metal pot back to our garden. That's it above -- Dave tipped it on its side so we could check out the roots on the bottom, which had grown through the deteriorated metal pot and into the ground.
We're not sure where we're going to put this plant, which is huge -- far bigger than any flowerpots we have. It's probably going in the ground. From what we've read it's quite robust so I think it will pull through. Fingers crossed! (My money is on the fig pulling through, too -- stay tuned!)
In other news, I've made a plan for a little overnight trip next week, when Dave and I are on spring break. I'm going to run up to Newcastle, in far northern England. I've never spent any time there, and thanks to the £25 voucher I got in compensation for our hotel snafu in Luxembourg, I was able to procure a promising hotel room for just £10! How could I say no?