Sunday, April 14, 2013

Troubleshooting

I was pretty excited to see many developing flower buds on one of my potted Pulsatillas at the end of March and I was hoping for a spectacular display.


Over the last several days, though, the fronds on the clump in the back of the pot started flopping over, almost as if the plant hadn't been watered and the flowers buds stopped developing. But the plant at the front of the pot continued to grow. This is how the pot looks today (the clump in question has now been rotated to the front):


The leaves are all crispy, the buds are all brown. I wonder what happened? Pretty disappointing.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Tomatoes!

I was away all last week. This is the harvest that awaited me on the 19th when I returned.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Mid-July Tomatoes

Hahms Gelbe Topftomate

Cosmonaut Volkov

Gregori Altai

Haley's Purple Comet

Black Sea Man

Beefsteak

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Signs of life

It's an unusually temperate 12°C today so I went out on the balcony for a look-see. There are already signs of life out there. The chives being able to overwinter was a given, but I was doubtful about the rest of the perennials. Glad at least some of them appear to have made it, and pleasantly surprised that the Violacea pallida is making an appearance for the second year in a row.









Friday, March 16, 2012

Happy (Belated) Bloomsday

Way back in January, one of my mystery wintersown pulsatillas bloomed. Last winter I had wintersown pulsatilla pratensis subsp. nigricans, p. patens, and p. campanella but I had lost track of which pot contained what species. This certainly isn't p. pratensis, but I'm still not sure if it is campanella or patens.


Yesterday, another one of the mystery pulsatillas bloomed. It has an ever-so-slightly purple tinge.

Neither is obviously p. pratensis. I am guessing the white one is prairie crocus (p. patens), and the purple one is p. campanella.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Lest we forget



They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.