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Wordless Wednesday–Columbus Day Cactus?


These succulent plants bloom in relation to day light, day length and temperature.  That’s why it’s a bit of a misnomer to call them “Christmas ” cacti.

This one seems to have gotten started a bit early  this year!


Wordless Wednesday–Camouflage


Rarely do I get to just sit and observe.  And when I do, I find that nature is often wary of being watched.  But these house plants provide great cover!

I hadn’t realized that they make a great screen for bird watching.  Apparently I am much less visible when hiding behind some indoor greenery. You’ll learn what I observed Friday.

Wordless Wednesday–Huddled Against Jose


No, this is not a new plant growing technique: shove everything together up against some larger pots.

Last week they thought we might get some impacts from Hurricane Jose. So I took all the remaining pots that were outside and sheltered them from the wind.


Anything that had been on the wall I dropped beneath the wall to protect it.

And while yes, we had some wind, thankfully it was minor. We did not suffer the fate of those in Texas, Florida, Puerto Rico, the Caribbean or so many other areas recently decimated by hurricanes. Thoughts and prayers to all those in those recently devastated areas.

Wordless Wednesday–Ways of Seeing

Every so often I get fixated on a particular tree. In this case, it’s an Eastern White Pine that’s clearly been topped by a storm at one point.


When you look at the thing, you wonder how long it will even be alive.


Clearly it had been double-trunked at one point. But now, it’s just a sad mass of needles, really.


The trees around it don’t look much better. There are some hemlock struggling to hang on, between the years of drought and the adelgid infestations.


One last look. I wonder if this tree captivates you as much as it does me, or if you have to see it in person?


Wordless Wednesday


Before “summer” ends for real, I wanted to post this creative garden bench that someone in a neighboring town has outside.

Also notice the fence of espaliered trees. The town wouldn’t let them fence with the wrought iron as they did on the side street so they had to get creative.

The trees may not have been their first choice–but how pretty this all turned out!

Wordless Wednesday–The Spoiler at Midnight


Oh heck, I’ll bet we can make this an all “Spoiler” week if we tried.

The next “Spoiler” question was about these pots. The fact that it came at 1 in the morning (okay, technically not midnight) was what I found objectionable, particularly since I get up between 5 and 5:30 for work.

So I explained that I was drying the pots out so that I could bring them in and take them to our basement for storage. (Obviously, these are my amaryllis bulbs that I am letting go dormant).

“Why?”  he asked.

So then I had to explain what an amaryllis was and the life cycle of the bulb–in the middle of the night. And he still asked, “Are they pretty?”

I told him that I had pictures that I could show him–because obviously he doesn’t remember when I would call his attention to the blooming bulbs. Then I also said that I didn’t want to discuss this in the middle of the night and we’d talk about tomorrow.

The Spoiler strikes again!


Wordless Wednesday


You may remember my post from the Hartford Bonsai show about a month ago. At the time,  I said that I had very few bonsai anymore because they limited my ability to travel.

This is one exception.  This is Eugenia myrtifolia, or myrtle-leafed Eugenia. Occasionally in my part of the country,  we see Eugenia sold as a tropical topiary.  I guess in warmer places, it is a year-round topiary plant.

In my house, it has defied everyone’s attempt to kill it, even mine. It gets scale every winter.  Sometimes, I clean the scale off; other times I wait until spring when it goes outside.

My erratic watering means it loses a lot of leaves once it comes inside.  That’s fine.  There’s less for the scale to attack.

If it gets too dry, it loses all its leaves. There are times when I have been sure that it has died. But in the spring,  it leafs back out, and once August comes, it blooms.

I can’t tell you when it was last repotted. And you know that I don’t feed my plants.

It simply defies explanation–unlike the fiddle leaf fig you’ll see on Friday!