My mother was a keen gardener all her life, and my brother definitely inherited her green thumb. I’ve never been that enthusiastic, though, not even with house plants. When I moved into this apartment a year and a half ago (is it really that long?) there were plants on the balcony and window ledges. My cleaning lady really looked after them more than I did, and since she hasn’t been here since the pandemic began … well, you can imagine. They didn’t weather the winter very well.

However, when I realized I was wasting the potential, I enlisted the help of Venetia, who is a very enthusiastic gardener. She helped me clean out the pots and repot some of the poor things that were badly pot bound. I’ve been watering and feeding them regularly and they have responded. I might even be starting to understand the excitement of watching them grow. Here are a few photos, and I’ll post some more when the bulbs blossom.

This is just part of the balcony. I like how the palm tree in the courtyard is just high enough to almost become part of the garden!

Kalanchoe

Kalanchoe

The first plant is on the kitchen windowledge. There’s a wee passage running from the kitchen to the laundry room with windows all along. That’s where the other plants are.

The kitchen windows face into a yard between buildings, so there’s very little sun. But these green ones seem to do well in the shade and brighten up a rather dull outlook.

I actually managed to repot a plant this week all by myself, without Venetia’s help! I’m not quite at the stage where I love getting my hands in the dirt, but you never know, I might get there yet!