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It was inevitable, as the grapes began growing more vigorously, that this title would appear. It's been a hearty week in the laundry room, with baby grapes entering the terrible twos and cuttings taking root.
The older, more vigorous grapes are completely out of control. They have grown into the fly strip and been peeled off many times, they are tangling their grasping tendrils around one another, and I actually can't tell which stems and leaves go with which pot of roots. It's insane.
The smaller grapes are actually doing OK, too, although I have my doubts about them taking off like the larger grapes. They just seem to have the "grow slow" gene or something.
The brugmansia cutting finally took root, and its leaves perked up instantly. I was a bit concerned, even though brugmansia are known for being easy rooters, because it seemed to be sagging so profoundly. But it is standing on its own power now and the leaves are firm and healthy. I'm guessing that in a year it will be ready to be planted in the ground.
I've also got some baby ferns that have started to grow nicely, if not as fast as I'd prefer. So when the foundation work is done, I'll have a yard entirely filled with grapevines, a couple of ferns, and a weensy brugmansia. Olmstead would weep with envy, I tell you.
Posted by ayse on 08/05/05 at 6:31 PM