Let's start with my pride and joy, then we can get to the killing. My dear thornless blackberry started out (in April of this year) as a stick with a few leaves on it (okay, it had roots, too - I'm just sayin'). I can't take that much credit for how well it's doing (this time of year with all the rain, humidity and sunshine, it would be hard to keep it from growing), but I am very proud that I have not killed it.
My joy is from the fact that it has its very first blackberry blossom. I don't have a terrible amount of luck with flowering plants and I've wondered if this poor thing will ever actually bear fruit. The blossom is a sign of terrible goodness and I practically broke my neck running back inside for my camera after I saw it.
In the wild, these white blossoms turn pink as spring turns into summer, but here we are well into the season, so it was a surprise to see one at all! I wonder if we will start seeing green berries soon. I'm hoping they'll make the transition from teensy green things to pale red teenager berries and slowly turn into black juicy beauties. But this is the plant's first year, it's not in the ground and it is unfortunately under my care, so we'll see...
Anything could happen.
To prove my point, I had an appointment for a walk-through of my yard with a lawn and plantcare company last week and I commented to the guy that I kill most plants and can't be trusted. Then I pointed up to my deck (from the street, you can just barely see the herbs) and said it was a miracle my planter of herbs was still alive. Two days later, I went out onto the deck to get some basil and saw that all the plants in the planter were withering... Because it didn't rain for a week... And I didn't water them... Because that's how I roll...
The good news is that I've managed to bring the poor things back from the edge. I really need to be more careful. Imagine if I was responsible for a whole yard! That would be bad, you guys.
It only took a few days of monitoring the soil to make sure it wasn't too dry or too moist to get them back to okay, but they are definitely mad at me. And who can blame them?
Does anyone ever wonder how my cats survive? Yeah, me too.
My joy is from the fact that it has its very first blackberry blossom. I don't have a terrible amount of luck with flowering plants and I've wondered if this poor thing will ever actually bear fruit. The blossom is a sign of terrible goodness and I practically broke my neck running back inside for my camera after I saw it.
Anything could happen.
To prove my point, I had an appointment for a walk-through of my yard with a lawn and plantcare company last week and I commented to the guy that I kill most plants and can't be trusted. Then I pointed up to my deck (from the street, you can just barely see the herbs) and said it was a miracle my planter of herbs was still alive. Two days later, I went out onto the deck to get some basil and saw that all the plants in the planter were withering... Because it didn't rain for a week... And I didn't water them... Because that's how I roll...
The good news is that I've managed to bring the poor things back from the edge. I really need to be more careful. Imagine if I was responsible for a whole yard! That would be bad, you guys.
Does anyone ever wonder how my cats survive? Yeah, me too.
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