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beehammerWell, not quite, but almost. I have a couple of things to repot, and a lot of things to keep an eye on, but otherwise I am done with putting things in the ground.
Behold, the doom planter. Two cubic feet of peat moss, fifty pounds of composted cow manure, and four cubic feet of garden soil piled up in a brick circle made out of stuff I found pulling the previous one apart.
The thing on the left is a blue skyvine. The thing on the right is an orchid vine. They should both be happy with the set-up, and I've got my fingers crossed for the Cretan brake fern in the middle. The chinaberry in the center's a bit sparse right now, but it tends to throw a pretty decent amount of shade in the summer, and the fern Does Not Like living on the porch from about June through August. I have a big roll of garden twine I can use to get the vines started on their journey up the tree if they don't take on their own, but the bark is pretty rough and toothy, so I'm hoping they find their own way without issue.
I kind of wish I'd taken before and after photos--I try to take basically birthday pictures of the planters when I'm done with them, because you don't notice plants growing when you see them every day. But the thing really didn't look that bad on the surface, so the before picture would be a damn lie.
I got a baby jadevine in the autumn, and it went from not doing anything to suddenly making super good friends with the plant next to it, so it's now in a much bigger pot with its own trellis. The tropical lavender it was hugging too hard also got a bigger pot, but I fucked that one up so we'll see how it goes. I'm really hoping I didn't shock it, but time will tell. I think I have homes for all the orphaned oyster plants if they ultimately survive the potting process, so now it's just a matter of continuing to water them until they figure themselves out again.
Behold, the doom planter. Two cubic feet of peat moss, fifty pounds of composted cow manure, and four cubic feet of garden soil piled up in a brick circle made out of stuff I found pulling the previous one apart.
The thing on the left is a blue skyvine. The thing on the right is an orchid vine. They should both be happy with the set-up, and I've got my fingers crossed for the Cretan brake fern in the middle. The chinaberry in the center's a bit sparse right now, but it tends to throw a pretty decent amount of shade in the summer, and the fern Does Not Like living on the porch from about June through August. I have a big roll of garden twine I can use to get the vines started on their journey up the tree if they don't take on their own, but the bark is pretty rough and toothy, so I'm hoping they find their own way without issue.
I kind of wish I'd taken before and after photos--I try to take basically birthday pictures of the planters when I'm done with them, because you don't notice plants growing when you see them every day. But the thing really didn't look that bad on the surface, so the before picture would be a damn lie.
I got a baby jadevine in the autumn, and it went from not doing anything to suddenly making super good friends with the plant next to it, so it's now in a much bigger pot with its own trellis. The tropical lavender it was hugging too hard also got a bigger pot, but I fucked that one up so we'll see how it goes. I'm really hoping I didn't shock it, but time will tell. I think I have homes for all the orphaned oyster plants if they ultimately survive the potting process, so now it's just a matter of continuing to water them until they figure themselves out again.
