Bucolic Creampuff
As everyone knows, I love being outside. And by "love", I mean "LOVE". And by "outside", I mean "indoors".
So it was a big surprise to me when we moved to Vancouver and I suddenly started to enjoy being in Nature. Not "prefer", mind you. I'm not some hippy freak. But "enjoy".
In the hopes of furthering that enjoyment (and getting more out of our second balcony, the door to which we generally keep closed so that dust doesn't blow in and fucker up our glorious t.v.), I got it into my head that I'd like to do some balcony gardening. My parents had a beautiful garden in the backyard while I was growing up and at the time, I fought like hell to avoid leaving the cool refuge of the basement. But now, in my dotage, I remember these pots and plants with great fondness. So while they were here visiting last weekend, I took my parents to Home Depot and they gots me some plants. And then I PUT MY HANDS IN DIRT. I really felt Gaia's power as I plunged my hands deep into the potting soil. Then I smelled Gaia. I'm not going to lie to you. She was a little ripe.
Beautiful faux-cotta pots. Jealous?
Shhh . . . the periwinkle is sleeping.
I'm taking your "part sun, part shade" handle seriously here, bougainvillea. Don't screw me.
It was raining when I started my gardening efforts but when it ended, the sun came out to reward me! I took some photos of the finished faux-cotta with the evening sunshine bright upon me.
As a first time gardener, I am nervous about my new vegetation and have been watching the pots quite closely over the last few days. So you can imagine my distress when I came home and saw this out my window.
"Oh my GOD," I thought, "my plants turning gray and dying RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!" I rushed out onto the balcony to inspect the pot and was momentarily startled by a dangling rope being slowly drawn up the building past our balcony. Clearly, the window washers had been. And they left me a little gift.
Dear Birds:
I can only hope you weren't actually hanging out in this nest when the window washers knocked it from its perch onto our balcony. If you would like your nest returned, please visit the eastern-most faux-cotta to retrieve it. Know that I am tempted to simply throw it away, but I don't want to touch it in case you have bird flu and Katr won't let me use the BBQ tongs.
Regards,
Roro
I was so incensed by the random unloading of crap onto our balcony by the window washers that I retaliated the only way I knew how. During a pause in the rope removal procedure, I reached out and stuck the gum I'd been chewing onto the passing rope. Because one gift deserves another. And few things register gift dissatisfaction more efficaciously than used Hubba Bubba.
Oh, hey, speaking of gifts, Katr, intrepid online marketer that she is, posted a challenge the other night to Sears' campaign to have customers vote on the cover for their annual Christmas wish book. In a nutshell, Katr thought their campaign blew (that's marketing jargon, so don't be alarmed if you don't really understand it) and she thought she'd start her own Wishbook Cover campaign! You know, to show Sears how it could have been done. So if you've got a photo that YOU think should grace the front of Sears' holiday catelogue (but never will), head on over to Flickr and upload your photo to the faux-Wishbook group. Here's mine:
Lookin' good, Darth Tater. Lookin' good.






You could've done one better and just stuck the gum directly on to the window but I suppose they care less about their window-washing task than you do.
Posted by: MC | May 16, 2007 at 11:24 PM
MC - You make an excellent point. Now I know what do when they come back in the fall!
Posted by: roro | May 17, 2007 at 01:14 AM
The flowers are beautiful! I LOVE bougainvillea, but it just gets too hot here for it to survive.
I'm going to have to put together a photo or two for the Sears Wish Book...
Posted by: Vanessa | May 17, 2007 at 01:51 AM
Welcome to the world of green fingers! Gardening is the new black, you know...
ps. the view down to the road in your second photo makes me feel dizzy. You be careful on the balcony!
Posted by: ScaryBez | May 17, 2007 at 08:24 AM
Pretty garden! Wish mine was that simple;)
My little princess is much princessier than the Sears one, hmmmm.
Posted by: Kristen | May 17, 2007 at 10:38 AM
Dear roro and katr,
I am deeply sorry for accidentally glancing at the faux-cotta pictures posted above and also for breathing in a Westerly direction towards Vancouver just now. If your plants do not survive the Summer, it is completely my fault. I killed them.
zuhn
Posted by: zuhn | May 18, 2007 at 12:10 AM
This post made me laugh hard--thanks for that today.
It's my first time here and I will definitely be back.
Peace,
Scout
Posted by: Scout | May 18, 2007 at 01:48 PM
I love the garden! Too cool.
Posted by: greymatters | May 18, 2007 at 04:18 PM
Vanessa - do it! Cute babies are always a hit on a Wish Book cover . . .
ScaryBez - so good to know I'm in fashion with my pursuits! I promise not to take a header over the balcony.
Kristen - It'd say the Princess is definitely Sears Wish Book material. Go for it!
zuhn - Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Good to know I'll have someone to blame if my gardening skillz are more "bad" than "mad".
Scout - Welcome! And thanks!
greymatter - Thank you! I am a little obsessed with it . . .
Posted by: roro | May 18, 2007 at 04:34 PM
Verrrrrrry interesting. (ahem.... I do think you have begonias rather than bouganvilla however. Although perhaps you have the illusive wild and transparent bouganvilla variety...).
Re wretched and anti-bird nest window washers... I think you did the right thing with the gum. Did you see most dangerous catch last week when they pranked the new guy with a trash bag "bomb" full of flour? When it went through the pulley system (at full speed) it spewed flour all over. I have seen this done at Caltech with ground pepper, too. You'd have to get the super to let you know the next time the window washers were coming so you could pre-prepare!!
Do you think the birds sang that old TV theme song? Movin' On Up?!!
Posted by: KnittingPainterWoman | May 18, 2007 at 05:58 PM
hands... in dirt?
Did you at least put gloves on, to ya know, lessen the pain?
Posted by: Chaps | May 20, 2007 at 05:10 AM
Keep posting pics! Lovely flowers! Are you gonna try growing herbs, too? Or is that a project for next summer?
Posted by: HB | May 22, 2007 at 08:28 AM
Hands actually in the dirt? Dirt under the nails? Ick! Hope you at least wore gloves.
Posted by: SassyFemme | May 22, 2007 at 09:32 PM
KnittingPainterWoman - you're probably right about the begonias. Although "bougainvillea" is WAY funnier. As for your evil plan, I think it's BRILLIANT! I'm going to cumin. They'll never know what hit 'em!
Chaps - Gloves are for the weak, my friend.
HB - Thanks! And the door's not closed on herbs, but we certainly don't want to get ahead of ourselves.
SassyFemme - see above, re: gloves being for the WEAK.
Posted by: roro | May 25, 2007 at 04:56 PM
What a fabulous job you did of planting those plants. You're a natural!
I love the Darth Egg with rubber boots look. I had the best laugh I've had all week. If that image is yours get busy and market it- tshirts, over mitts, aprons etc. I'd buy some for Xmas gifts!
Love
Mom
Posted by: Rose's mom | June 11, 2007 at 09:10 PM