This year I started getting into some gardening. Sounds weird to say it, but, what can I tell you? Liz and I have a balcony with a nice view, so a few plants seemed like a nice idea. And much to my surprise, I’ve enjoyed it. I water the plants every few days, trim the dead leaves, freshen the soil. I’m not saying I’ve earned my green thumb or anything, but it’s been a lot more enjoyable than I ever thought it would.
Up until about a weeks ago, my outdoor plants were still doing well. The reThis year I started getting into some gardening. Sounds weird to say it, but, what can I tell you? Liz and I have a balcony with a nice view, so a few plants seemed like a nice idea. And much to my surprise, I’ve enjoyed it. I water the plants every few days, trim the dead leaves, freshen the soil. I’m not saying I’ve earned my green thumb or anything, but it’s been a lot more enjoyable than I ever thought it would.
Up until about a weeks ago, my outdoor plants were still doing well. The red flowers were still in bloom, the tropical plant still had life to it. Just a little water here and there–the rains did them both good–and they were still thriving.
And this friggin artic blast came in out of nowhere-blamo–and my plants are dead, or on life support! Just one stinking week in the freezing cold all but wiped them out. I know, I know, I should have brought them in sooner, but a) it was so cold I didn’t want go out there, and b) I forgot.
So the tropic plant is dead (sorry, dude), and the other one (with the red petals) I’ve brought inside, hoping to resuscitate it. I clipped most of the dead buds (there were many), gave it plenty of water, picked out the dead, crunch leaves, and placed it on the windowsill.
Will it survive? Time will tell. But this arctic blast really did them in.
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