I decided today might be a good day to dig through the pots of spring bulbs and lift them out for storing, so I gathered supplies and got started. Labelled brown paper bags to put the bulbs in, a chair to sit on with a stool in front to rest each pot on in turn, a small shovel to dig through.
I dug first through the pots that had a white plastic label in them so I knew which bulbs I was collecting, then when I do the pots without labels I'll just have to match the bulb shape with what I have.
I started with the ranunculus. You might remember that I planted one pot with those bulbs upside down? Many of you said, don't worry, they'll still grow.
Well, they didn't and when I dug through the soil to get them out all I could find was two. The rest had just rotted away and vanished. Hopefully there will be more ranunculus in the other pot where I planted them the right way up. I don't know which pot that is, but I know they are the little claw shaped bulbs.
Then I dug through a pot of freesia bulbs. Holy Moly! There were so many! I knew I'd planted plenty, but these had been busy multiplying. I lifted several that had a half dozen babies clinging to them and there were even more babies scattered throughout the pot. Ditto the starflowers (Triteleia); I planted 25 last autumn and collected about twice that number today.
I was doing this on the front porch and everyone that passed said hello and asked what I was doing. It was nice.
Then I decided I might as well lift the bluebells. The soil looked damp but the foliage was dead, so I sunk in the shovel.....damp is an understatement. That soil was sodden, almost a swamp in there. So I dug through with my hands, and got muddy up to the elbows. I'd originally planted 10 bluebells, but eventually pulled out many more than that. Being so wet, I'm not holding out much hope of them growing again next season, but I'll plant them anyway and hope. I have them spread out on a sheet of flywire (insect screen) to dry out before I put them into a brown paper bag.
So half the pots have been dug through and I've put the rest on hold, because my stomach is growling and after I eat lunch (ham sandwiches, yum) I'll be busy baking banana cake. When I was at my daughter's house last Friday I noticed her bananas were getting over ripe so I offered to take them home and make cake.
Well, they didn't survive the hot bus ride home, they were very brown and very soft by the time I got to my own kitchen. I tossed them out and bought new bananas on Saturday and they are just right now for making banana cake, which I will take to K's tomorrow when I go to check on Missy, her cat.
Missy is 16+ years old and isn't well and a vet is coming to look at her and hopefully treat her sometime tomorrow.
K has to be at work, so I will stay for Missy.
She started losing hair quite fast a couple of weeks ago, she'd lost a lot off her back legs before this, but when I saw her last week Missy had lost a lot more and the revealed skin is covered in raw and scabby sores. I suspect a severe flea and mite allergy reaction, hopefully it isn't something worse. It has come on fairly fast, just a few months ago, Missy looked completely normal, so we didn't suspect anything and 90% of the time she is nowhere to be seen anyway. She lives outside and has done all her life. Doesn't even come when called unless she is hungry.
Hence the vet visit. There is no chance at all of getting Missy to a vet clinic, most of the time we can't catch her and holding her is impossible.
If the problem is fleas etc, I'll be dosing Missy myself from now on every time I give Angel his flea treatment. She seems to tolerate me touching her, although in the past she wouldn't.
Picture me late tomorrow with shredded arms.
I'll be taking Angel's carrier to confine Missy until the vet gets there, it's going to be a horrendous day for her, she'll be distressed at being confined and getting her into the carrier is where I'll get my arms shredded unless I can do it quickly enough. I'll have a helper standing by holding the carrier and I'll take along a huge box of bandaids to apply after dousing any scratches with disinfectant.
I've been getting Missy used to being handled while she eats the cat treats I take her, normally she hates being touched, and last time I held a handful of fur at the scruff as if I was going to pick her up and she didn't mind that at all, just kept eating the little crunchy salmon flavoured treats, so hopefully tomorrow when I grab her by the scruff, she'll be off guard and I can lift and shove (gently) her into the carrier.
Then on Wednesday I'll spend the morning re-settling myself by digging through the rest of the pots and collecting the rest of my spring bulbs.