A funny thing happened on the way to missing a week of posting every now and again. I’ve been getting more random follows and likes of previous posts. Who knows why? There are these things called dashboards WordPress likes to tell me are important for finding out why, but I think that ruins the mystery. For whatever reason you are finding, reading, and following, I thank you — new followers and those who have been around a while.
Truth is, I’m dog, bone, dead tired of this pandemic. I would like my job to return to its pre-pandemic craziness because it allows for more brain cells to entertain you here. How quaint that seems now! I don’t want to write and edit any more about monoclonal antibody therapy, virtual visit regulations for out-of-state patients, patient talking points for the Johnson and Johnson vaccine, and which COVID tests are appropriate for pre-procedure testing. One of my last remaining joys is working myself into a good pity party, and I had a pretty decent one going. Then a friend reminded me about pansies.
I’d been focused on the summer begonias I’d rooted and brought indoors for the winter. They’d been glorious during the summer, and I couldn’t bear to let them go. I did my best by them, and now I’ve got 2 with leaf rot. Why the hell are some plants so high maintenance, needy even? To be fair, Betty and Wilma (as I’d named them) flowered all winter which brought me much joy. Betty and the third plant I never got around to naming are going down in leaf rot. Wilma seems to be OK, so fingers crossed. When I looked up “leaf rot” and what to do, it talked about a bacteria and I should cut off the leaves with sterilized scissors. What is this, a damn hospital OR? What bacteria could possibly have gotten onto my scissors from cutting paper and slicing open packages? I’m sorry, Betty and Wilma, but you are ridiculous and, may I add, vain and needy. Maybe a year from now, I’ll have energy for your pretty, pouty nonsense.
But pansies. I confess I’d forgotten about them. I’d been waiting for May 31 to get Wilma back in the outdoor window box, but my friend reminded me pansies can go out now. Strong, sturdy, beautiful, colorful pansies can bring hope on my deck now. The trick to gardening, like dating it seems, is to keep all your options open, and when one plant/person disappoints you, move on to the next one until you find the keeper.
So welcome back pansies! I missed you. We’re going to be great together.
And yes, there is also lettuce in there, which I’ve never grown, but am told it likes the cold. All I care about is that it’s something early and green I can plant. When it comes to plants and dating, I’m a hopeless romantic.
Wow! This is the first of your writings I have received in YEARS! If others are in the same position, they could be going back to read your writing they missed out on. That’s what I will be doing! It IS so great to hear from you!
Pansies and some irises are my two favorite flowers to see! We used the purple and yellow of my favorite pansy combo for my wedding colors many years ago!
I have a challenge keeping plants alive. The Florida soil is, well, sand! It’s hard enough to keep grass green, because we don’t cheat on when we can water it. I’m saying, I don’t think pansies would like living here. It’s not cold. We’ve already topped 91° this year! Do you know if they will grow indoors? It is a perfect 73°! Hmm. I may try. Thank you for the inspiration!
As far as the pandemic goes– I have both vaccines now. I’m waiting for the two weeks after while it builds up in my system. Living in the areas the two of us live in–there is so much travel! I will be sticking to these CDC guidelines for a while. At least I will be able to leave my home besides visiting my parents! Hang in there!
Pretty colors for a gray day! At the risk of sounding like an Austrian Captain, may they bloom and grow…