I love plants. They don't always love me though, as my most recent battle with a rosemary plant was lost. However, my upstairs neighbor recently gifted me with graftings of some of her plants (of which she has many). I may try to fight her for outdoor space next spring. There isn't a lot. A small area next to the front walkway. A tub on the front lawn. But, it encourages me to know that space can be made.
So, I have been inspired. I recently got this book from the library. It has wonderful listings of vegetables and herbs that all can be grown in containers. Did you know you can do hanging baskets for tomoatoes? I just wish it had turnips listed - I have been introduced to the wonderful flavour of fresh turnips sauteed with garlic. It beats all my childhood grumbles.
I currently have a small pile of plants that I do and do not know the names for. I have a couple Moses in the Basket. I have a Christmas cactus. I have a wonderful aloe plant. He has been with me for a couple years now, and I have gifted pups (as the little baby shoots are called) to a couple of friends. This is one plant I cannot kill. When I was in college, I had an aloe. In a basement apartment, I placed it in the windowsill of my kitchen. Now, mind you, my kitchen was at the interior of the layout, which meant the window faced the dirt underneath the front porch of the building. No sun, no water. I came away with three plants.
But my newest baby is this one. Ain't she purty? My sweet Lady J. sent her all the way from Indiana (not that she looks like a mid-Western bloom, does she?). This is a moth orchid, and the first I have ever owned. She's got a pedigree and everything, with the cross-breeds used to create her listed on the label. Funny thing about them is the aerial roots, she looks like she is overflowing her pot. Her colours are lovely though, and I am very fond of her.
Even if she is pink.