Look! I got stuff!
Jun. 27th, 2003 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenI braved heat, traffic, and a near-miss with not getting out of work early (My boss, at 3:25 "Hey, why don't you clean up the back room and then we'll both leave early." My boss, at 3:30 when I'm done with the back room "You know, as long as we've got some free time, let's do billing." ARGH!) in order to finally get around to buying some plants for my back porch.
For those of you who are not actively stalking me - or at least not doing so via hiding out in the bushes outside my home - what you need to picture in order to get the full impact here is 5 planters which used to be filled with some not-bad decorative stuff (including a bleeding heart plant) and one planter filled with irises that were really not putting forth the work effort, all of which died a horrible, flamey death in last summer's heat wave, a crime which was, admittedly, greatly helped by the fact that as distracted as I was during the whole "move/I need a job" thang that I never even tried to save them.
Come this year, though, I knew I wanted to try, try again, so, finally, I headed over to the nursery.
There I had the most wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gairid to help me. She understood my complete inability to raise plants and kindly steered me towards things that should, in theory, be hard for me to kill while at no time presenting me with a plastic cactus. She also understood my desire to have nice plants, as evidenced by the following conversation:
Gairid: Now for easy to care for there's always begonias but they're just so.... boring.
TBQ: Yes.
Gairid: I mean everybody has them!
TBQ: They're like the fanon of gardening.
Gairid, nodding sagely: Yes, exactly.
So, after a half hour in the insane heat and I came back with basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, lavendar, a tomato plant and a few decorative flowers that I have since forgotten the names of but can at least classify as "purple" "pink" and "not begonias". They've been placed into various pots, watered accordingly and I give them approximately seven days to live, knowing my track record. But still. Yay!
For those of you who are not actively stalking me - or at least not doing so via hiding out in the bushes outside my home - what you need to picture in order to get the full impact here is 5 planters which used to be filled with some not-bad decorative stuff (including a bleeding heart plant) and one planter filled with irises that were really not putting forth the work effort, all of which died a horrible, flamey death in last summer's heat wave, a crime which was, admittedly, greatly helped by the fact that as distracted as I was during the whole "move/I need a job" thang that I never even tried to save them.
Come this year, though, I knew I wanted to try, try again, so, finally, I headed over to the nursery.
There I had the most wonderful
gairid to help me. She understood my complete inability to raise plants and kindly steered me towards things that should, in theory, be hard for me to kill while at no time presenting me with a plastic cactus. She also understood my desire to have nice plants, as evidenced by the following conversation:Gairid: Now for easy to care for there's always begonias but they're just so.... boring.
TBQ: Yes.
Gairid: I mean everybody has them!
TBQ: They're like the fanon of gardening.
Gairid, nodding sagely: Yes, exactly.
So, after a half hour in the insane heat and I came back with basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, lavendar, a tomato plant and a few decorative flowers that I have since forgotten the names of but can at least classify as "purple" "pink" and "not begonias". They've been placed into various pots, watered accordingly and I give them approximately seven days to live, knowing my track record. But still. Yay!
