Well, I'm glad so many of you don't think I'm completely bonkers for rescuing clothes from the woods. Sometimes I wonder myself!
I forgot to tell you, during yesterday's tales of rubbish picking, that the ugly coffee table has been taken away -- presumably by the garbage collectors, but one never knows. Over the weekend, Olga and I walked up Gondar Gardens, the street where Doris Lessing used to live, and noticed that it was gone.
(Do you suppose it was Doris Lessing's table? Did I miss an incredible eBay opportunity here?)
The cuttings from my beloved bird's foot cactus are putting out tiny sprouts. So it looks like both it and the purple heart, which I reported on about a month ago, have successfully taken root. The purple heart, in fact, is looking downright prosperous, with three shoots and many leaves. Woo hoo!
(Top photo: Marylebone, after French class two weeks ago.)
There is nothing so satisfying to me as successfully rooting a cutting. It's almost ridiculous. But I feel your sense of accomplishment. I truly do.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't want to live at Gonad Gardens.
ReplyDeleteI left my huge desert rose out one night in early spring. I didn't realize it was going to get as cold as it did but it did and the base turned to mush. surprisingly, the branches were firm. I cut several off and stuck them in dirt with a little rooting powder and it looks like tine new leaves are starting to come forth. yay!
ReplyDeleteAgain you have a story to make up about the coffee table and how Doris Lessing loved her coffee table!
ReplyDeleteI rescued a china mug from the local woods once! x
ReplyDeleteYou do have a green thumb!
ReplyDeleteThose new shoots are just so darn cute and fuzzy. And, yes, about the coffee table - you needn't have lied, just say it was found near Lessing's street and people will jump to their own (wrong) conclusions!
ReplyDeleteI saw one of your photos on the Londonist today in the story about New Cross.
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