|Mum's the word
||[Oct. 12th, 2008|07:17 pm]
I love this time of year, because it's the time of year that I can actually have flowers on the porch that take me longer than a week to kill.|
Last weekend, while I was out and about picking up various and sundry stuff for the bathroom (yes, it's still a work in progress; or more correctly, a work making no progress, at least until this weekend, when we had some minor movement, so keep your fingers crossed that the momentum holds) I also picked up three small pots of mums. Why three? Because they had three different colors, and I couldn't decide which one to get. I'm so good at decisions!
So, the yellow/gold ones went in the planter on the porch, and the white ones and the garnet ones went in the large pot next to the porch. Sort of. I set them down on top of the dirt in the pot, but didn't plant them until Friday night. But they lived! And when I watered them, they perked right up. Funny how that surprises me, every time.
Who knows? Maybe they'll last another week!