Discerning Dirt Association

Today we conducted an indoor plant intervention.

Yes, we've (Jason will tell you that is the royal 'we') neglected them. My (cough) domestic (cough) goddess status, much like my Klout score has nose-dived during the last few weeks.

The various retro West German ugly pots contained just the merest suggestion of what was once considered flora.  To the uneducated eye, the pots were just vessels for our dried-out dirt collection. I'm sure if I googled it there would possibly be a Discerning Dirt Association which we could join...a 'clean' one hopefully.

Unfortunately the poor old plants were stationed in our front entry, fore-warning anyone daring to enter the Sow's Ear that this was not a place to bring plant life or else. The first thing visitors would see was a bullet planter containing dust and a brown spider plant beyond resurrection...despite it being Easter.

I don't know what happened with the plants? I'm going to blame the distraction of the building works we've just had...not that Mr D graced us with his shirtlessness...but his shirt-wearing presence was a distraction nonetheless.

So, with the greatest of efforts I collected my vessels of grey dirt and did my best to resuscitate the plants which still had leaves. It was a heart-breaking mission. A few weeks of little or no water can kill a plant, y'know?

The peace lily is resting in peace I fear, the anthurium may be salvageable and in the saucer pot I planted a new spider plant which I found in the garden.

This poor thing was a philodendron which I re-potted in this planter. It should have glossy leaves. Pray for it.