DIY, Garden

And a Funny Story

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Look at my pretty babies! Growing out of their makeshift pots like fledglings falling out of nests…

Rocks are so chaotic, don’t you think? Seen from the street they might give a uniform appearance, but up close, it’s like a stony holy war.

Okay, here’s the story, more silly than funny. I’m still painting. (And yes, still on the first room. Go ahead and laugh. We’ll talk when you’re 60.) Everything is done in the master bedroom except baseboards.

While the bed was pulled out last week I painted the baseboards in that area, which included caulking. Now… I’m a very neat painter, but caulk? It gets everywhere, as if I simply open the tube and start spraying it with childish abandon… AND, instead of putting gloves on, my hands were nekkid. Of course. Well, it didn’t take too long for my right hand to be completely covered in caulk. And it freaked me out; that stuff just doesn’t want to come off! If only my store had Lava, but I can’t find it around here.

Dawn and Bartender’s Helper proved useless, so I ran into the bathroom and found some face wash… the kind with little beads to help exfoliate dead skin. Ew. So I’m washing… and washing… and the stuff’s not budging! In fact, the damned beads had stuck to the caulk, so now it looks -and feels- like I’m wearing a beaded glove.

Acetone saved the day, but how surreal there for a minute…

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Garden

Selloum

I wanted some of those giant Philodendrons, the ‘Selloum’ variety, but of course Home Depot had absolutely nada and Lowe’s only had one ‘Hope’ (which I bought but am not thrilled with). Didn’t want to hike 50 miles to Miami so instead purchased seeds on the internet. As one does.

Philodendron bipinnatifidum at Floridata.

And my 19 seedlings, which really tickle me. Almost time to plant in pots.

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There are way too many for my lot, which is why there will soon be little pots of babies at the curb. My crinum lilies went pretty fast so I’m sure these will as well.

Garden

Last Confederate Ivy

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My neighbors succeeded in killing off an entire fence length of beautiful ivy, except for this bit. I tried to save the others that had been cut back over and over… to no avail.

And.. I still stand in the middle of the back yard, looking into their house -because there’s no thick wall of ivy anymore- and wonder WHY.