Ozark Oddments: I am a bit stuck…

Thursday, September 29, 2011

I am a bit stuck…

One can always tempt fate about when the first frost will come here in the southern Midwest, but I usually bring the indoor plants that have spent the summer outdoors on the porch or under the shade trees on stands in shortly after the first day of fall. Even though the days are often very warm, the temperature can get rather brisk at night, and some of the plants I have are semi-tropical and sulk if the temperature drops too low.

The migration indoors is a fairly uneventful and painless procedure for most of my plants. I pick them up – even the big boy here...

who is just delighted to be on the porch for the summer -- bring them in, and set them down in their spots in front of windows or under skylights.

However, there is inevitably some pain involved when it comes to moving these guys--

and there was a funny piece about “guys” on NPR the other day that is worth listening to or reading…

And of course it doesn’t occur to me to wear gardening gloves when I pick them up (duuuh)…

and so this is me a short time later...

wearing the handy dandy hands-free magnifiers and using a pair of tweezers…

to pick out the bits the cactus have left behind.

2 comments:

Have Myelin? said...: You made me smile. My son gave me a tiny cactus (it came in a 1" pot!) back in 2006 and now it has grown into a 4" pot. It doesn't look GREAT but it is growing. Every time I touch it, I have to get out the tweezers. ARGHHHH...

But they are lovely plants aren't they?; 8:22 AM
Oklahoma Granny said...: OUCH!!!!; 8:30 PM

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