Project Forty Four: A Tiny Little Burst of Spring. On a Balcony. For the Boy.
Our balcony has been in a very sorry state for a while now. I just don’t have very green thumbs, and my potted shrubs died horrible dried out deaths due to severe lack of water long ago, leaving us with unsightly bony plant corpses taunting me every time I looked out of the balcony, and yet somehow I could never muster the energy needed to clear out the dead plants and replace them.
And then, a few weeks ago, stumbling out from his room all bleary-eyed from over-indulging on the computer (during the Easter holiday), the boy requested a garden, just a little one, on the balcony, all of his own. I jumped at the opportunity to pass on responsibility for the balcony’s flora to someone else, and we peddled off on our bikes to the Garden Centre, excitedly discussing colour options while waiting for the lights to change at the Newmarket Road junction. It was a simple decision in the end, left up to the boy, who decided on a purple theme for the flowers (his favourite colour).
Once in the garden centre we aaawed and oooed over all the pretty flowers and then opted for a tray of mixed Pansies, a tray of Dwarf Pansies in midnight blue and two pots of Chrysanthemums in a reddy-purple hue. And we bought a small bag of compost as well. What a bugger it was getting all of that home on the bikes, I really do need to get a basket, or some paniers, or both. Once we got home the boy set to work planting all the flowers in our assorted terracotta pots, and has been watering them vigilantly ever since. It is lovely to have a pretty balcony at last, blooming with colourful flowers.
Here are some photos of all the flowers the day they went into their pots:
And here they are two weeks later, in full bloom: