This time of year I want to save everything in my garden. I hate to think of my plants crispy and dead so I have a tendency to think I can overwinter my favorites. I'm usually wrong but I try it every fall anyway.
Like this pretty little abutilon. This might be Temple Bells but even if it's not I'm calling it that anyway. It goes with the Buddha. It's now on my kitchen table under the skylight.
I know better than to try to save the dwarf papyrus. I killed one last winter.
I hauled in most of the succulents before the temps went down to 33 degrees the other night. This tray is supposedly water-tight. I'll find out.
I love that big echeveria. The older leaves are hail-pitted several times over. Thank you, Rocky Mountain weather.
You can almost spot one of those cobwebby-looking cacti. Kind of creepy but it matches my decor.
I should be thinking about getting the "fern room" ready in the basement. It's an empty room with two bright windows. With a tarp on the floor it serves as a winter nursery for a dozen ferns, a couple of hibiscus and some jasmine. By the middle of winter it's a huge mess with dead leaves littering the tarp and me losing all ambition to keep them watered.
Just thinking about it makes me tired. I'll put my feet up instead and work on it tomorrow.
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