killiara

Seriously. I spend too much. No one I know counts as adult supervision that will stop me from spending too much. Enablers, all of them.

Meanwhile, after my visit today I have a new broom, a bag and a half of potting soil, my peace lily finally replanted just before it hit rootbound, a baby aloe vera that's going out in the yard and going to be encouraged to spread like a weed, a german thyme in a little pot on my windowsill, and an orange mint. And of course, enough pots to do said replanting and put my new two indoor plants in new homes.

Four different freaking mints in the house, and the pineapple mint given up on. The thing refused to thrive no matter what I did, so I took a cutting of the only healthy part of the plant left and planted the last, wilted stalk outside in the garden bed in the hopes that the change of scene would help.

I am done expanding things. I have four plants by my computer, another four in the living room, one in the kitchen, and one that's a gift to my Dad hiding out on the porch to be delivered tomorrow. No more. Mental foot put down.

... except maybe some large peace lilies to replace the fake trees my hubby has in the living room, but those can wait. I swear the ones on the shelves came up to my shoulders, but no room in my car. NOT FOR A WHILE THOUGH. DONE. STOPPIT BRAIN. DONE. NO MORE PLANTS. MINT PLANTS ARE NOT POKEMON, I DO NOT NEED TO 'CATCH EM ALL'.

Just gotta keep telling myself that...

Story starts last week, out buying veggies for a kabob. In front of the store is a little display of small herbs, the kind you're supposed to take home and grow in the windowsill to add some extra zest to your meals.

In that display I see a peppermint plant so wilted that not a single stalk is standing up, and a pineapple mint that's not much better.

I buy them, babytalking and encouraging the plants to last long enough so I can get them to my parent's, where the kabobs were to be cooked, so I could water and do plant first aid to help the overheated darlings. Once the plants were okay however I had a problem. One was rootbound. I had no pots or potting soil. So I left them in the trust of my mother who has a much greener thumb than I, and left with a promise to bring supplies to take care of the plants, then bring them home.

Today, I gather up Mom and Fraternal Sibling and we go to Lowes. By the time we were out of the garden center, I had three more plants to my name (one to be planted in my mom's yard as mine is xeroscaped), two bags of potting soil, a pot, and a bit of plant food. I forgot the watering can, and the small gardening tools. Mom uttered the phrase, "Killi, if you're already babytalking the plant, take it home already!"

So now I have two mints, freshly replanted, on my kitchen table, and a large lavender plant I think they intended for me to plant in the ground instead of in a pot. .... yeah, no. I'm getting a bigass pretty pot and putting it in the formal, right by the big fancy window, cause, ya know, it's a full sun plant but needs moderate moisture, my yard is xeroscaped, that's not gonna work.

I also have back at my mother's, as it was starting to storm and I needed to get home, a daisy and a blueberry plant. Blueberry is getting planted in my mother's back yard and we're hoping the tortoises don't eat the stalks. Daisy is getting replanted when I go back. Lavender's going back to get moved to a larger pot that I can still carry around till the pot it needs is too big for that, then I'll find it a space. Also to be replanted is the basil plant I got for my dad for his birthday.

I am loving the plants I have and have to keep controlled the urge to go out and get more to take care of. I had a pretty black thumb when I was younger, let's hope it's turned green in the time since.