No Worries With No-Fuss Flowers

Petunias are still looking nice, one week after they were transplanted into my hanging basket.

Some people just don’t possess the nurturing ability to keep plants and flowers flourishing, and I consider myself among them — perhaps even the poster child for plant killers.

When I bought my house in Worthington a dozen years ago, I received a pair of African Violets as housewarming gifts. Based on previous experience with live greenery inside my living space, I knew they wouldn’t live long. Still, I put them on the window sill and sprinkled them with water when I thought to do so.

I don’t recall how long they survived, but by the time I decided to toss them in the garbage, they were decaying brown stems. Whoever said African Violets were impossible to kill hasn’t met me.

Rudbeckia, phlox, salvia and delphinium are clustered around a backyard birdbath.

The watering is the problem, really. I just don’t seem to think about thirsting plants until it’s often too late to bring them back from the brink of extinction.

A month ago, a friend entrusted me with an aloe plant. I was assured the plant isn’t needy as I promised to do my best to take care of it. A drink of water once a week is all it really needs, I was instructed.

I don’t know if I was in the midst of a dream about killing that plant, but I awoke around 4 one Saturday morning in fear, trying to recall the last time I’d given “Spike” some water. Had it been one week, or did two weeks go by? I couldn’t be sure, and I certainly couldn’t go back to sleep until I got up and poured some water around the aloe plant’s base.

Within a day, Spike’s spikes were plump once again. The few wilted brown tips were a lost cause, but all-in-all, he’s still looking fairly lively.

I know better than to test my luck by adding another flower pot inside my house, so instead, I’m relying on Mother Nature with outdoor plants and flowers.

The fern leaf peony has beautiful deep red blooms.

I love my no-fuss perennials that blossom with no extra effort on my part. From the purple delphinium to the deep red blooms of the fern leaf peony, the dainty pink and purple bleeding heart to the later blooming bursts of yellow from my black-eyed Susans, my yard gives off the impression that I know what I’m doing.

Just don’t look too close, though. Weed control is also not my forte.

2 Responses

  1. Kim Lambert

    Sorry to hear that Spike is causing you to lose sleep!! You can return him if it makes you feel better. Or gift him to someone going through radiation treatment.

    1. Julie Buntjer

      I’m still planning to return Spike to you … alive! 🙂 Thank you for lending him to me.

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