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Just wanted to show off some of my beloved container plants I've been babying for the last few weeks *G*
This is "Mr. Ivy", I'm very proud of him. I started him last year from cuttings. I call him a "him" because the more I ignore him the better he is.
Now if my flower beds and borders only looked as well. All those plants I ordered on line *hangs head* were shipped bare root, which I didn't bother to notice the fine print. So I have flower beds full of little 1 inch plants thats going to takes years to grow. Much crying ensued when I got those in the mail. I don't know how my husband put up with me. He finally took pity and lead me from my garden covered in mud holding little dead looking plants in each hand, and told me to go to Lowes and buy real plants that actually have leaves on them. So being the woman that i am, I took his advise (mostly) and bought the plants and the pretty pots too, and put them on my patio instead. I planted the sticks and roots in the beds and I go out there every day and glare at them and shout at them and finally they have leaves. I'm going to win, even if i have to shout myself hoarse, I'll have my English garden next year or maybe the next. I guess it just depends on how cranky those damn plants are. I doubt I have ever mentioned that my closest neighbor just happens to be a preacher, I wonder what he think when he hears me screaming "Grow you little fucker" randomly through the day.
This is "Mr. Ivy", I'm very proud of him. I started him last year from cuttings. I call him a "him" because the more I ignore him the better he is.
Now if my flower beds and borders only looked as well. All those plants I ordered on line *hangs head* were shipped bare root, which I didn't bother to notice the fine print. So I have flower beds full of little 1 inch plants thats going to takes years to grow. Much crying ensued when I got those in the mail. I don't know how my husband put up with me. He finally took pity and lead me from my garden covered in mud holding little dead looking plants in each hand, and told me to go to Lowes and buy real plants that actually have leaves on them. So being the woman that i am, I took his advise (mostly) and bought the plants and the pretty pots too, and put them on my patio instead. I planted the sticks and roots in the beds and I go out there every day and glare at them and shout at them and finally they have leaves. I'm going to win, even if i have to shout myself hoarse, I'll have my English garden next year or maybe the next. I guess it just depends on how cranky those damn plants are. I doubt I have ever mentioned that my closest neighbor just happens to be a preacher, I wonder what he think when he hears me screaming "Grow you little fucker" randomly through the day.