A new begonia from White Flower Farm. Too pretty to be outside, 2015.
Although I have plenty of containers filled with flowers outside, my care and watering of them has been hit or miss with the heat lately, so, some of them are not looking so great. Thus I decided early on to bring this little gem into the house and make a place for it on my plant stand or étagère as it was billed when I bought it.
According to Wiki, an étagère is a piece of light furniture made extensively in France during the latter part of the 18th century. It consists of a series of stages or shelves for the reception of ornaments or other small articles. Like the what-not it was very often cornerwise in shape, and the best Louis XVI examples in exotic woods are exceedingly graceful and elegant.
In modern usage, an étagère is often used to refer specifically to a long-legged shelf unit that fits over a bathroom toilet, also known as a space saver.
Somehow étagère sounds so much more eloquent that space saver. My étagère which I call a plant stand holds all the plants I nurse year round, orchids, Christmas cactus, African violets, etc. and sits before a sliding glass door which opens onto the screened patio, i.e. porch where more pots of plants, both sit and hang.
The second good thing I bought myself was a overhanging grow light, which provides my plants with artificial sunlight year round. I find the combination works well, and in the midst of winter when all is dark and cold outside, or summer when its too hot for a sun-sentitive mortal, the combination fills me with joy.
Thus, I enjoy my plants year round. I find the indoor plants do better than those outside which require daily watering. Although I remember to water most days, with the scorching and very dry July days, several have perished.
Regular readers will notice I don’t post as often as I did a year or two ago. I try to visit other blogs at least once a week. I want to stay in touch with my blog friends who mean so much to me and good mental health. I am an introvert and find it easy to retreat into my own little world. So thanks to friends who check up on me from time to time.
Truth is, some days, I don’t stop going. Who knew you could be so busy living. Partly, this happens because I have taken over many of the tasks David did for years, such as household bill-paying and arranging visits by repair men. New dietary requirements and pill sorting also take much time. I made a resolution at New Year’s to make and eat breakfast everyday, and have stuck to it faithfully. Both David and I are in better shape because of this effort.
Who knew houses wore out? Certainly not me. After a lifetime of moving from pillar to post and back again, then settling into a house for almost 34 years, I have discovered that no matter how much I thought I had anticipated what our needs would be in old age and what could go wrong, I was mistaken. I often think of my friend Mary with whom I discussed ‘aging-in-place’ before we both retired. “We want no surprises” she said. I agreed. We were both wrong. Fortunately, my SIL will help me with the next big household repair, replacing the roof over the porch. Stay tuned.