We built a shed! And it’s a beast.
After the first round of this year’s spring growth, something terrible started to happen to several of my plants. Something terrible that may have been the April cold snaps we got in Austin, or some kind of fungus or mildew. I’m leaning toward fungus or mildew though, and have treated the surviving plants thoroughly with a spray. I also re-potted them in a rockier soil, something made specially for bonsai, and gave them a good watering of a 10-10-10 fertilizer. But I am not sure this will do the trick. These planties are gunna die!
I love dollar store flowers, especially the neon ones like these pink beauties but I don’t have many places where I would actually want to put them in my house. (Who wants dusty silk flowers in their home? Not my grandma.) This bunch of flowers survived the move, but they didn’t survive this evening! (Thanks, living in a new city with no job, no money boredom!)
These guys got strung together last night and will be mailed to my sister for her Tex-Mex patio tomorrow. Until then, I thought I’d see how they looked in my lil space.
Oh–I probably should not have made this bench but I know why I did it. I’m in the same awful fit of avoidance and mania that happened over the summer once K had to go back to base in NC and I had to start working on my thesis. I did so many awful things: vinyl taped my bathroom floor, made a couple pallet shelves, painted my bathroom, painted a stupid accent wall in my kitchen. It was a fit. I was in a fit. I couldn’t stop obsessing over things, and my hands couldn’t keep to themselves. It was expensive. I could not sleep well. It was a chaotic transition, and I feel at it again.
One of the features I was looking forward to the most in the new apartment was my patio. My old place didn’t have a back yard, but it did have a lot of yard. The result was me gardening in what ever funky yoga shorts attire in full eyesight of anyone who passed by. The patio, while lacking in square footage and still being nestled along a busy street, provides a lot more privacy. I may not be able to garden as extensively as I did in Alabama, but I relish the opportunity to create a very chill outdoor space where I can write, and develop/grow/work on my bonsai again.
Drying your own herbs seems like a pain in the ass, but it’s not? I figure, if you go through the trouble of growing something, then you might as well use it.