sobering.
I came back from our brief flit to Floridia to find my snowpea plants all dead, a tomato sprout deeply intimidated, and my fish gravely ill. The plants, well they were worse than i expected. I had ment to call and ask someone to water them, but kept feeling awkward about it. It's not an excuse, i'm pretty pissed at myself about that. there goes a month of effort and some of the most successful seedlings just cause you couldn't bring yourself to make a damn call. whatever. behind me now.
The fish, i'm not sure about. He was fine when i left. his swim bladder was entirely out of commision for some reason. Internet suggests that he might have been over-fed, supposedly before i left. I'm used to finicky bettas, so i guess his happy chomping of a pellet every other day didn't send up any warning flags. I lifted him to the top throughout the day to breathe, then lowered his water level to easy reach for him before i left. I brought stress coat in the next morning, but he hadn't made it through the night. I wish there was a more reliable source with the sort of pretty bettas i want. I'm starting ot look online.
My tomato sprouts are sticking it out pretty well. Cucumbers are snubbing me so far, a first. my gardening has been pretty much thwarted by the rental agency requiring that we keep our porches clear for some siding repair. between that and a ravenously plant-hating kitten (he dumps seedlings into our bed. frowns all 'round.), it's been a slow few months, right when i like to start all my bitty plants. feh!
I'm hoping to have a real yard in the next several months, put real plants in real ground. keep my bulbs from freezing, catch real sun. Give my trees some space. My own job, my own kitty. Getting stable enough to tackle some of my dreams of building. Dreams so close i can taste them.
The fish, i'm not sure about. He was fine when i left. his swim bladder was entirely out of commision for some reason. Internet suggests that he might have been over-fed, supposedly before i left. I'm used to finicky bettas, so i guess his happy chomping of a pellet every other day didn't send up any warning flags. I lifted him to the top throughout the day to breathe, then lowered his water level to easy reach for him before i left. I brought stress coat in the next morning, but he hadn't made it through the night. I wish there was a more reliable source with the sort of pretty bettas i want. I'm starting ot look online.
My tomato sprouts are sticking it out pretty well. Cucumbers are snubbing me so far, a first. my gardening has been pretty much thwarted by the rental agency requiring that we keep our porches clear for some siding repair. between that and a ravenously plant-hating kitten (he dumps seedlings into our bed. frowns all 'round.), it's been a slow few months, right when i like to start all my bitty plants. feh!
I'm hoping to have a real yard in the next several months, put real plants in real ground. keep my bulbs from freezing, catch real sun. Give my trees some space. My own job, my own kitty. Getting stable enough to tackle some of my dreams of building. Dreams so close i can taste them.