It has physically and medically been a very bad week. So, between placing seed orders and resting, I watched my favorite gardening skit from SNL. Enjoy!
If you’re anything like me, right now you have a few extra plant cuttings gingerly placed in beautiful vases along your kitchen windowsill so that you can “make more plants”. Again, if you’re anything like me, your entire windowsill is filled with these tiny little babies and that’s just how it is in your home.
This Christmas I became more proactive than usual when the vases filled up with that characteristic hint of green gunk. I don’t know what it is and I don’t really want to know, so I just moved them on in the propagation process and potted them up—sort of.
These little glass balls are for crafting Christmas ornaments and in this case, that is what I made, right? At a thrift store I found this cute little red metal tree, for displaying Christmas bulbs I guess, so that’s exactly what I did. The great part is that it makes one heck of a Christmas decoration, the bad part is that these little glass balls are quite delicate. What I mean by that is that if you overload one, the little metal thing on top will just pull out and you’ll have one little mighty holiday mess you just don’t need.
On the other hand, these will then make great gifts for those friends or family members who get it. Not everyone will understand a gift that they need to break the glass in order to enjoy. Oh right, and then they have to buy a pot and have some soil sitting around to keep it alive. It’s the gift that keeps on needing, but it does come from the right place.
For plant nerds and other kinds of garden wackos the Web has been a great tool. Like many other people with compulsive hobbies that cannot be understood—let alone controlled—with it in our lives we can do just about anything. Just recently I met a friend through a gardening Web site and it is the first time in many years that I have had to explain to people: “Oh, how did we meet? Online of course, we met on a gardening Web site called Davesgarden. We were talking about plants.”
Last night I sat at a dinner table, with my friend and her partner Bill, explaining to people I used to work with at the Gordon house how we’d met. Since most of the attendees at this potluck were retired folks, and my new friends are retired folks too, you’d think that any kind of odd asides wouldn’t occur. Nevertheless, people were kind of laughing a bit when we explained how we’d “met online”. Maybe it’s nice to know that such things are still not completely commonplace. I guess I’m just glad that is not the only place we meet other people.