Oooh, my sister and I saw a really pretty exhibit at the Desert Botanical Gardens earlier this evening. The photos don’t do it justice, but that’s not going to stop me from posting some of them anyway.
(For more information, you can visit the DBG website by clicking here.)
I managed to get my hands on some more “leftover” succulents recently. This time they were on sticks:
Sticks? Sticks. Poor little plant fellas!
Oh, florists. The lengths you will go to add texture to your flower bouquets.
(The bouquets themselves were actually quite gorgeous – I’m not dissing them. But I feel sad for the semi-butchered succulents used in the process.)
I kept the succulents on sticks in a glass until I got to planting them.
Even though the plants had no roots, I wasn’t worried. Succulents will grow roots easily and quickly given the proper conditions. But first, I needed to free them.
Oooh, that was not pleasant for me or the plants.
But they were troopers:
Does anyone remember the container I made with the cuttings from a Kalanchoe rhombopilosa spelled out to make a cursive letter “L” for Liza? (Click here to see the post.)
Well, that letter is long gone, as the plant struggled during the move. As embarrassing as this is, this is what she looked like as of a few days ago:
So, new succulent “heads” to the rescue. Here’s what the container looks like now:
Much better. There’s one more succulent head that landed elsewhere, I’ll show you that in a few days. For now, I feel better knowing the Kalanchoe has new friends and the succulent heads aren’t in a dumpster somewhere in Scottsdale.
Now, if they’ll just grow roots and settle in nicely. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
A reader asked about Peach, so here she is, mid-November 2015:
She weathered the move probably the best of any of the plants. She is one happy tree! A little lopsided, yes, but happy nonetheless.
Soon, she shall be adorned with lights and ornaments.
Things sure are moving along quickly on the Hippeastrum bulbs front. Two days after planting them, the sprouts had already turned green:
Since then, one of the buds has been skyrocketing toward the ceiling:
It hasn’t even been one week since the planting! That’s ambition, my friends. That bulb has goals.
I love it!
I like the splash of red.
Well, this certainly was a welcome sight when I got home this afternoon:
It was a rainy-ish day, gloomy, chilly for Phoenix, and it hadn’t gone particularly well (although there were good aspects). When I got home and spotted this box by my door, and checked the return address, it instantly brought a smile to my face.
My regular readers should be able to guess what’s inside fairly easily.
Hippeastrum bulbs!!! (Or, amaryllis bulbs, as they are more commonly known.)
My awesome cousin Billy Fox has made this a thing for the past few years, sending bulbs to all the women in the Fox Family Clan (he may send some to the men, too, but I’m not aware of that). It’s one of the most thoughtful, touching gifts I’ve ever received. To keep getting them year after year means so much to me!
And especially this year – I wasn’t forgotten in my new city!
It seems that these bulbs will produce shiny white flowers, with a bit of pale green on the interior. Sounds gorgeous to me!
Before planting them, I soaked them in a bowl of water:
Not for long, maybe 30 minutes or so. I got a little distracted doing other tasks while they soaked. I meant to soak them for a few hours, but I was also anxious to get them planted before sunset. Bulbs (and most plants) have an amazing capacity to grow even if you don’t follow growing rules down to the letter. Most times, they can thrive with minimal care.
They are not very large bulbs, and my window sill space is limited, so I planted them together in one pot. It’s a pot I’d previously painted red with blue trim, so when the white flowers eventually bloom – probably in January – it’ll seem like the Fourth of July in winter.
Which, obviously, will be way cool. Here they are planted up and watered before I brought them indoors to their new location:
Billy, you’re the best. Thanks for thinking of me year after year with this thoughtful and kind gift. It means so much! I miss you like crazy! Maybe we’ll get to see each other during the holidays? I’ll keep my fingers crossed.