She's gotten a bit scraggly in her old age (old = 1 month), but she is still alive, which in and of itself is a minor miracle. She clearly doesn't like me though. She constantly turns all of her flowers away from the patio window and out facing the parking lot (it's not my fault that is where the sun is...) It's not very nice to constantly sit with your back turned toward the person who FEEDS you, Petunia. Learn some manners. For this picture I turned her pot so she would be facing the camera. Notice how all the flowers are facing the same direction? She is like a petulant child. I just think of her as the crabby old lady who lives on my balcony.
Next up, we have Viola:
I feel kind of bad for Viola. Apparently my apartment was not her favorite place because all of her pretty purple flowers shriveled up and died... so I decapitated her. I cut off the stem where all the flowers were because it looked icky. Aesthetics are important to me. I suppose it was something akin to rhinoplasty. But at least her leaves are still growing very nicely. I also noticed today that she is growing a few new stems with tiny flower buds on them, so really, she's more like a flatworm than a houseplant... just regenerating pieces of herself that I cut off. Creepy...
Finally, my favorite child, Tom!
Tom is, in a word, awesome. If you compare his photo from a month ago to this photo, he is clearly the botanical superstar of my house. He has kicked both Petunia and Viola's butts in the dramatic makeover category. But more than that, Tom makes FOOD. Behold:
These are the latest of Tom's amazing sustenance providing talents. I already ate the first tomato that he provided (see my other blog; Tom's offspring were included in the Spinach and Ricotta Agnolotti recipe, appearing in the role of TOMATO SAUCE).
So all in all, my plants are still alive and well. We have the cranky old lady out on the balcony, the decapitated violet in the living room, and Tom the Amazing Tomato Sauce Producing Prodigy!
