Plant Camp
Thursday evening I was thanking God for the fact that it wasn’t Monday when The Voice would be on, and it was a travel day for the Nationals so there was no late-night baseball to watch and keep me up.
Nope, it was just a beautiful evening to end a beautiful day. And a perfect excuse to plop myself just one more time in the chair and enjoy some time outside.
Last week we cut down the banana trees and got what was left bedded down for winter, and we carefully wrapped the four palm trees I had in the ground in hopes they would make it through until spring.
But today we had to deal with those plants that weren’t in the ground. The many (and I mean many) plants of all shapes, sizes, and varieties that were growing in pots and would have to go somewhere warm for the winter.
And preferably not in my house.
And that is not because I don’t like plants, I do, but my house already looks like a Meadows Farms franchise location.
In case you haven’t figured this out by now, my wife has this really serious plant jones. She is constantly bringing home plants or starting something from a seed. My house is loaded with olive trees, fig-trees, money trees, avocado trees, and on and on and on.
At one point this summer I told my wife I was going to attach leaves to my body so she would pay more attention to me.
I was feeling neglected (she doesn’t pour water on me like that).
But I have grown used to it.
Anyway today was the day we had to pack up the big yucca plant, the jasmine, the lemon trees, and the citrus bush, the indoor palm, and the rest of the ten palm trees I haven’t put in the ground yet and take them to plant camp…that is anyone, anywhere that we can find willing to plant sit for the winter.
The decks are bare now. Whatever is left, mostly ferns, will die off and be replaced in the spring. There is only so much you can do.
And I guess if your wife is going to have an urge to bring things home, there are worse things than plants.
I should be thankful it’s not cats.
Well, it is almost time for the game to start.
Time to plop down for another night in front of the TV for some local World Series excitement.
Go Nats!
