For Mother's Day, Robert one of the other designers at the store brought each
of us a girls a hanging basket of impatiens.
Mine was a huge basket of pink ones.
I was thrilled to get them!
The light coral pink is my absolute favorite.
I mentioned to one of the other designers that I was so happy to get them
because I've been too poor to buy flowers for the back deck and yard this year.
She immediately suggested that I take cuttings from the plant and
root them in water so that I'd have lots of flowers to plant.
Why didn't I think of that?
I've rooted Hydrangeas with great luck and coleus but it never occurred to me
to root impatiens.
So today I trimmed back my basket of flowers and rooted in little jelly jars
lots of sprigs of the original plant.
Here they are lined up on my kitchen window sill. I have four jars full.
I also tried rooting directly in soil outside. We'll see which one works best.
I just looked up how to do it online...but it's very simple. Just snip and pull off
the bottom leaves so they are not in water. It said to remove the flowers too
and I did on most but it just seemed so sad to take the pretty blossoms off
so I tried a few with the blossoms on. We'll see how that works.
Hopefully in a few weeks I'll have lots of new impatiens to plant.
Aren't the mounds of these amazing?
How about a stream of impatiens?
Today I worked on the living room.
It's really been kind of a mess ever since I painted it and started a new job shortly after.
The last two years...I've struggled to finish projects.
A few weeks ago I kind of accidentally quit taking my anti-depressant and all of a sudden
I was so much more motivated to get some things done around here.
I started taking the antidepressant when Newman died and Shelly died shortly after...then my friend Shannon died the next year. It was a lot to cope with and I managed better with just a little help.
I was taking the smallest amount possible but oh...my it made me so sleepy!
On my days off...all I wanted to do was sleep. I couldn't imagine doing any projects around here.
I just didn't care.
I could get to work every day and focus on work...but once home I was immediately
Life is just a balancing act. I've had time now between those tragedies that I'm not obsessively
thinking about the losses. I still cry at the thought of them.
But I can pull myself out of the crying jag and focus on things I want to do.
Every time something really bad happens in my life...it sends me into such a spiral down.
The drugs helped me not reach the bottom but I wasn't flying again either.
It was time to let the help go and fly.
I'm flying and looking forward to being creative again.
First thing on the list is to paint the dining room.
I'm going to have a couple of days off soon and that is top of the list to do.