SPedigrees
Garden Addicted
Your deep red tulips are amazingly beautiful, Phaedra. My tulips were eaten by burrowing rodents long ago (together with any crocus bulbs I planted). One tulip plant survived for awhile next to the house, probably spared due to its proximity to the foundation, but it too finally died out.
Daffodils are another story altogether. Voles don't like them and they have spread and prospered. The property looks like Varykino (sp?) in the film "Dr Zhivago" during early Spring.
My rubber trees, clones of clones from an original plant, are the oldest living things I own. They have outlived generations of cats, dogs, and horses (if you count plants grown from cuttings as the same plant). They eventually outgrow their containers and growing space from floor to ceiling, and must be cloned. I bought the original rubber tree from a florist whose shop was next door to a store where I worked in 1969 Boston. The owner would set all his plants out on the sidewalk everyday in front of his shop for sunlight, and probably as advertising, advertising that hooked me when I eventually bought one and took it home to our dark apartment on the subway. It suffered in that apartment, but after the lease on that rat-trap ran out and we moved to sunnier apartments, and then to our house here in Vermont, it thrived.
That romaine looks very tasty! I plant little Tom Thumb lettuces every year, but this year none germinated for some reason, and I guess it's too late to replant. But at least the stir fry/ salad mixture is off to a good start.
Daffodils are another story altogether. Voles don't like them and they have spread and prospered. The property looks like Varykino (sp?) in the film "Dr Zhivago" during early Spring.
My rubber trees, clones of clones from an original plant, are the oldest living things I own. They have outlived generations of cats, dogs, and horses (if you count plants grown from cuttings as the same plant). They eventually outgrow their containers and growing space from floor to ceiling, and must be cloned. I bought the original rubber tree from a florist whose shop was next door to a store where I worked in 1969 Boston. The owner would set all his plants out on the sidewalk everyday in front of his shop for sunlight, and probably as advertising, advertising that hooked me when I eventually bought one and took it home to our dark apartment on the subway. It suffered in that apartment, but after the lease on that rat-trap ran out and we moved to sunnier apartments, and then to our house here in Vermont, it thrived.
That romaine looks very tasty! I plant little Tom Thumb lettuces every year, but this year none germinated for some reason, and I guess it's too late to replant. But at least the stir fry/ salad mixture is off to a good start.
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