Pandemic Garden Club
Jun. 8th, 2024 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksWelcome to the June edition of Pandemic Garden Club! Growing good things in strange times!
Anyone is welcome to comment with what they're growing right now, things they would like to try, problems they're encountering, and questions they have. Share resources, answer questions, shout encouragement.
As for myself...
Pumpkins are in the ground! We actually planted two patches. Unfortunately, the second one has been systematically destroyed by pincher bugs, despite our best efforts to stop them. There is but one sad, lonely plant left, which we are guarding with our lives (or at least with our plastic milk jug). But the first patch is coming up thick and lovely.
Several of the succulents are blooming right now. This is my old, sturdy gasteria. It’s flowers always make me think of flamingo heads.
This is oscularia deltoides (formerly lampranthus, which is what I bought it as, but let’s not get started on the knock-down, drag-out fights among taxonomists). The flowers open up each evening, just in time for me to walk past them as I come back from my nightly horse chores.
One of the opuntia cuttings I picked up at work has put out its first new paddle. I’m very proud of it.
Anyone is welcome to comment with what they're growing right now, things they would like to try, problems they're encountering, and questions they have. Share resources, answer questions, shout encouragement.
As for myself...
Pumpkins are in the ground! We actually planted two patches. Unfortunately, the second one has been systematically destroyed by pincher bugs, despite our best efforts to stop them. There is but one sad, lonely plant left, which we are guarding with our lives (or at least with our plastic milk jug). But the first patch is coming up thick and lovely.
Several of the succulents are blooming right now. This is my old, sturdy gasteria. It’s flowers always make me think of flamingo heads.
This is oscularia deltoides (formerly lampranthus, which is what I bought it as, but let’s not get started on the knock-down, drag-out fights among taxonomists). The flowers open up each evening, just in time for me to walk past them as I come back from my nightly horse chores.
One of the opuntia cuttings I picked up at work has put out its first new paddle. I’m very proud of it.
