Once I finally did it, it was a wonder what took me so long. I potted some narcissus bulbs. I don't mean finally this year. I mean this life.
Go ahead and laugh. Remember when Lady Sibylle learned to boil water on Downtown Abbey? Well, I guess it's like that. Mrs. Hughes and Daisy were delighted at the absurdity of it all. In this case, you plant them. They grow. You don't even get your hands dirty.
I had to hunt up containers that I liked that had no drainage holes. (Now that's just the opposite of what is usual!) And no soil, just rocks. And really no planting. Just setting. (confusing! haha!) And of course I had to find pebbles I liked too. Add water and a sunny window, and keep the pot topped off to just root level at the base of the bulb as time passes. And wait for time to pass.
Now who can explain the joy to be found in a little green sprout? I picked this container thinking the handle will help to support the growth. You may hate it, but I love the rust. And so earthy! It feels like spring all over again!
I am also happy to report that my angel vine still lives! I just read how easy it is to train into a topiary. Oh the wonders of nature!
So I am learning about the mindfulness of keeping houseplants. It's not unlike keeping toddlers. Never let them out of your sight, and keep an eye on what they're doing!
I'll keep you posted on the developments . . .
Have a great week and a wonderful Thanksgiving!
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