|Not My House|
The window boxes in these first two photos are -- gallingly -- not mine. I came upon them yesterday while cruising Georgetown for a parking space. Well, technically, Alice was cruising and I was staring out the window. This made it possible, when we came across this house on 32nd Street, near where it intersects with Q, for her to pull over any whichwhere and me to hop out and take pictures with no fear of gendarme interactions.
|Not My House Either|
These boxes are fabulous, if stupidly simple. There ain't much else here but common begonia and caladium. But the effect is spectacular.
I imagine they get more water than mine do, since there's not much of a roof overhang to shield them.
Oh, who am I fooling. Clearly, someone takes care of the damn things, cheaply planted (sniff) as they are.
Which depressed me, coming home and seeing my own kind of languishing there. Where, I ask you, did all of these bare spots come from?
|Looks Better from a Distance|
But over coffee and the paper this morning, somewhere between being horrified at the continuing devastation in Haiti and Ask Amy, it occurred that I have a few resources to fluff the boxes AND! They're not even fake.
|Same Box stuffed with Cuttings|
When I say pinched, I mean with no care other than not to upset the balance of whatever I'm pinching them from -- so take from the bottom or back. Use scissors if you must, but fingers work fine.
Finding that my caladiums--or at least THIS variety of caladium (whatever it is since I didn't write it down) would root just as easily happened by chance. I bought three sorts in early July to fill a planter and they were quickly enormous. Meanwhile the fuscia in the umbrella stand went belly up, and as it is supposed to be the focal point of a particularly sensitive corner of the garden, and we were having guests for dinner, I plucked a few stems of caladium and stuck them in the dirt. Happily, they rooted.
While neither the caldium or the wandering jew need rooting powder to establish themselves, I did use it this morning. This is largely because I spent five bucks for it last year in New Orleans and have most of it left. What could it hurt, I'm thinking.
To make the process easier, I watered the boxes well before beginning, Then I poked a hole in the soil with a chopstick (perfect for this job) dipped a stem in the rooting powder and stuck it into the hole--and continued stem by stem until all of the bare spots in all of the boxes were once again lush.