My attention this week turned to my house plants.
We have lots.
Unfortunately quite a few were in a state of disrepair... we've been away a lot this summer and the care bestowed onto them varied from obsessive watering (the house sitter drowned quite a few... we need to have a chat about succulent and cacti me and him) to oops I forgot that was there (think death valley).
So armed with a list I searched for suitable replacements.
First up: maiden ferns. I so love them... but I just kill them with my love. All-the-bloody-time.
They replaced the cadavers in the conservatory (don't worry, no direct sunlight hits them. Not that it made any difference to the other lot).
Then I replanted the three little Arabia pots I found at a charity shop a few years back that live on a shelf above the kitchen sink,
I have no idea what these pretty little things are called, or how mahoosive they'll grow to. Or not.
My botanical knowledge is scarce at best, but I think it's really poor when they sell plants without a name label, how are we supposed to learn?
Then I bought another anonymous weirdo plant which now resides in an old candle pot and replaces a boggy succulent. Sad actually. I loved that plant.
Then I got sucked into buying a whole tray of cyclamens, what can I say, I can't resist them. (The boys think the leaves are 'rude' and so the 'willy plant' is tucked away out of sight).
The conservatory is been taken over...
but I don't mind.
Now I need to do something on the front door... what can I do?