Cleaning

This week’s theme, picked on short notice, is “cleaning” by Mr. Frost, (Gailsman).  Must be spring there, or he wants to rush it in.  Some sort of connection with Groundhog Day perhaps.  When I’m done twistin’ your ear, go see what the other fellas (Dave, Fishing_Guy,  Mac, and Gail’s Man) have for the week. 

As you can see, my girls are on the header, they happen to be doin’ my dishes.  Okay, in all honesty they are playin’ around.  Anna was down with Justin for the weekend and the other two married girls came out from town for a quick little photo session.  We added this one in just for Mr. Frost. 

I’m rather stuck for chit chat today, lots of stuff swirlin’ in the grey matter just not shakin’ out on the page.  Maybe this week I’ll tell you about all four of my girls. 

I’ve been at the Hippy Hot Hut for the last two days, yesterday planting artichoke seeds, staring at all the seedlings growing and doin’ a little tidying up, gearing up for bringing in all the overwintered things from the storage shed. 

It has been incredibly bright and sunny.  And hot.  I was feelin’ the Hippy for sure.  I forget to take sun glasses up to the HHH and then I forget to bring my coat back with me.

Early this morning I decided to try an experiment.  I held some petunias over from last summer.  Not on purpose really, at the end of the season they were still blooming so beautifully that I didn’t have the heart to smoke them all by leaving them to the chilly elements.  So I crammed them in in the nearly empty places. 

They of course are no longer blooming, day sensitive fellows that they are. (I know that Petunia Pig is a girl and if you named a girl Petunia, I could see it, but for me petunias are boy flowers, like all cats are female and dogs are male, petunias are decidedly boys.)   Any way, as I said, they aren’t blooming and have gotten a bit leggy, so…. because petunias can be propagated by cuttings, I put the leggy buggers near the bottom of fourteen inch pots, spread out the branches and covered them with dirt, soil.   Did the same with a few lingering verbena.  We’ll see what my silly experiment will produce. 

What does that have to do with cleaning?  Problematic of a person who can’t bring herself to toss unneeded pretties.  And that brings me to cleaning, well pitching really but that is how I clean best, by pitching stuff, one leads to the other and the other leads back to the first, and eventually something gets done.

Here’s some pictures of the blooms on my mystery plant, the one that looks like a giant African Violet, a couple of the divisions are doing really great, and the rest on getting on just fine.