It stopped raining briefly and the sun came out to say hello before she set.
Ok, you might need some help if you don’t know what you’re looking for..
Isn’t it awesome?! 4 of the 7 miniature schrimp I bought a month ago were ‘pregnant’. At some point I noticed that they were no longer carrying their eggs, but there was no sign of the babies anywhere.
I was beginning to wonder if they’d hatched at all.
Now I’m looking forward to watching the babies grow up 🙂 I say babies, so far I’ve only seen one, but I figure if one’s survived, the chances of a few of the other 400 or so surviving are pretty high. Higher than the chance of me seeing them in 350 litres of well-planted aquarium. Especially when they don’t start off particularly colourfully.
On the grounds that I still don’t feel like doing all the things I ought to be doing, I stopped at a garden centre on my way home from work and bought another bag of compost..
..which I then proceeded to spread all over the kitchen floor. (It’s cold outside, and I need to wash the floor anyway).
All things considered, it was a productive evening.
I rescued this:
out of its tiny pot. (For some reason it was also in a cage, I hope it won’t attack me now I’ve let it out).
Then I rescued this:
out of its even tinier pot:
I transferred the chrysanthemums out of their pots and into the last 3 balcony boxes and a tub (and snuck hyacinth bulbs in between them). The flowers have pretty much gone over, but they might as well have a proper home to be over in.
Then I found pots for my hibiscus cuttings which have been rooting (in a jar of water) since about March:
And then, because I was on a roll, I dealt with the aphid infestation:
I’ve never seen them go quite as crazy as that before. The poor plant’s seen much better days.
I gave it a major haircut and washed all the visible bugs off. Probably have to wash it every day for a while.. Looks a bit happier now though. I’ll have to get a spray bottle too.
I still have several to pot on, but I’ve run out of decent sized pots so they’ll have to wait.
I’m so glad I have my own kitchen! 🙂
I’ll add pictures of yesterday’s plants tomorrow.
I started planting my balcony boxes almost a month ago. Various things kept getting in the way, and I kept wishing I could get out and finish them.
Today, I left work earlier than usual and decided to ignore most of the things I should have been doing, and instead spent the evening playing in the dirt.
Since someone messed with the clocks, it’s dark by 5, but luckily I have a light on my balcony.
I ran out of compost, almost exactly at the same time as I ran out of boxes (if you don’t count the 3 waiting to be started).
I also ran out of warmth quite a long time before that, so I was glad of the excuse to go in for a hot shower! Autumn is cold and damp 🙁
Tomorrow I will pick up a couple more sacks of compost – for the last boxes, and for the new houseplant arrivals.
This is the state I left it in:
Edit – the morning after:
It’s now covered in plastic grass and wet compost.
Does anyone have any good ideas for getting the compost out, besides washing it? My balcony is right over the front door – it has to be a resident friendly idea
(And yes, this is probably why people buy those huge potting mats…)
This morning I bought 10 chocolate catfish. They are small and dark brown and incredibly cute.
The saleslady at the fish market said they’d grow to approximately 4-5cm long – perfect for my tank. I had no signal in the salesroom, so I couldn’t check anything online. I bought the fish, based purely on sight and the assurance of the saleslady.
When I reached civilization (;)) I googled them. Apparently there’s no such thing. I tried various other searches and decided they must be a dark brown version of Corydoras Aeneus. They grow to 8cm long. That’s almost double what I was expecting. I’m awful at playing catch (to get them out of an aquarium), especially when there’s lots of plants to hide in, so I aim not to have to try. That means I have to decide where they’re going in advance and that is dangerously close to planning.
I don’t plan.
After a long time of faffing about, googling and trying to make a decision, I took the fish to xDB’s, and put them into his tank with my other babies. He’s doing a great job of looking after them for me.
After I got home, fishless, I found a website selling a breed of dark brown catfish which supposedly reach an adult length of 5-6cm.
Maybe the saleslady is right after all. Maybe I can pick my fish up in a couple of months and know they’ll be ok to live with my other fish.
But what if they really will get that big, what if she just wanted to sell them? I guess it worked – I bought them…
I’m not sure whether I lack trust or have too much.
(posted on the 1st, but somehow got stuck in the works)
One of my customers brought me a chili-pepper plant today. He wanted to thank me for getting his glass stuff finished so quickly. I didn’t actually have very much to do with his glass, my colleague did 95% of the work, but I do appreciate the pepper. (And obviously my 5% was the most important 5% ;))
Look at how pretty it is!
Talking of peppers, someone told me it’s November today… Apparently that means something to some people..
I have an airbed. It’s huge, and it leaks. Just a bit, but so that there is a considerable dent when I wake up. I pump it up before I go to bed in the evening and all is good.
This morning I decided to stay in bed after I woke up. I am a lady of leisure after all [..the exams]. I got up, turned the pump on, then off and heard an ominous hissing. I thought the plug wasn’t in properly, but there was no problem there. Then I noticed the hole.
It wasn’t a very big hole, but it was a noisy hole, and it was having a big impact. When I covered it with my finger the hissing stopped. When I took my finger away, I could watch my bedclothes sinking towards the floor.
I went on a hunt for sellotape.
What I found was a page of sticky stars.
Now I can lie in bed, knowing I’m protected by the stars 🙂
According to a worn out proverb/saying/phrase, an Englishman’s home is his castle.
This English girl has a new Castle 🙂 🙂 🙂
I don’t have a moat, or even a pond*, but I do have a balcony (and a cellar). And 60 square metres of floor all to myself. (Wheeeeeeee!)
I signed the papers on Tuesday, got the keys on Friday, and have been gradually collecting furniture to put in it. (That’s a future post in it’s own right).
I haven’t moved yet. The landlord has a few things he needs to change/mend/work on first, and since I had 2 exams at the weekend (yet another future post) and still need to sort out an electricity company, and wash the floor, and pick up some more shelves and a bed, and move all of my things, I can’t see that it’s a problem. After 3 1/2 years (or 4 depending on how you’re counting) I reckon a week here or there is mostly irrelevant.
* another post – there are so many things to write out of my head…
Hallo luffly peoples, I am going to try catching up on all your posts and comments and what-have-yous soon. Life’s a bit crazy at the moment, but I’m planning to have a more relaxed summer 🙂
I picked up this postcard because of the message in the middle. I didn’t notice (don’t ask me how) that it was covered with pictures of keys and an open cage.
I am one step closer to opening my own cage, so it seems appropriate.
That very short list just about covers the things I’m living for at the moment.
The stacks of carefully written green and blue cards prove I’m revising, the chocolate provides motivation to carry on writing, and the small flashing light makes me smile as it blinks to tell me someone’s written to me.
A seed fell out of my lunch yesterday:
It had already started growing, so I planted it. (People without access to compost and plant pots in their lunch break are obviously missing out 😉 *)
Even if I don’t really have room for an apple tree in my garden, I figured it should have a chance to do its thing. And there are always other people with bigger gardens if it ever gets too big for a tub.
Then I opened the other seed cavities and found two more ready-germinated seeds, so I planted them too.
In a couple of years I’ll need a volunteer who’s willing to host my orchard :).
* I only do as of yesterday morning – my tomato plants were shooting up without enough light to make them strong. The office at work faces mostly south, which is often a pain, but is probably good for the tomatoes…
I’m still alive, but I might not write for a while. Not that I’ve written in ages anyway.
I can’t concentrate on anything long enough to write a post that makes sense. My mind jumps continuously from project to project to project: the garden, my work, school, the house, the committee I’m on, the committee I’m almost on, revsion, the company I almost no longer work for, the dog, the aquariums, the plans for the new pond, the plans for a porch, catching trains, eating, cleaning up, tidying up, going out, (not) going swimming, getting home in the dark, spring, bulbs which need planting yesterday, garden, …
On top of, or maybe next to, all those thoughts, I have manflu*, for the second time this year. The first time, I was off work for almost a month. This time I’m working through it, at least so far, which I suppose makes it less manflu-y, and more normal cold. Much as I would love to hide under the duvet, I can hardly phone in sick again! I’ve only been back at work for, what, 5 weeks? 6 weeks? Especially when a colleague is already off work with his own manflu. Maybe someone will send me home if I cough at them long enough.
I’ll leave you with a picture of spring:
* legitimately, if my latest hormone test is anything to go by. I figure if I have to have crazily high levels of testosterone, I might as well be entitled to manflu instead of normal colds…