It may sound strange to you if you live in an area where the temperatures are closer to freezing, or below, instead of being a Beach Day in the middle of December, but I did manage to catch the season right for planting.
When I went to propagate the Bougainvillea, it was because the vines were being eaten away by Subterranean Termites.
We get those termites here in South Florida, and protecting things here requires creating a toxic soup barrier around your house.
I expect that the Bougainvillea arbor that is the “mother plant” is just outside of the Toxic Soup Zone.
These vines are as thick as my thighs in some places, and I have very large thighs as I am an inline skater who considers a 2200 calorie workout “light”. But these vines were also eaten to the point where I may lose the plant in a year or so.
They wobble freely on their roots.
Half of them began putting out tiny leaves, the others sat there looking like dead sticks.
Since this is my life, weirdness ensued.
The ones with the tiny leaves either died or went dormant. I will leave these alone in my highly watered propagation pots.
However the ones with no growth on them began to sprout leaves and some are already blooming. On a two month old cutting. In a pot.
I find it strange too.
My expected date of planting is the first day of Spring, March 21. It is currently (looks at my watch) December 10th.
So I have more time to grow.
In the interim I have high hopes for some cuttings that I made from the mother plants that were new growth. Yes, in December, these things are putting out new shoots.
They are in the “nursery pots” and are not drying up like some of the other cuttings have been, so who knows.
I’m also nursing 55 Rosemary cuttings and none of them have decided to curl up and die yet. We will be using them for ground cover. Ground cover you can use to make a pizza or spaghetti sauce.
March, being three months away, gives me time to obsess and wait to see what survives.
All that Rosemary came from what a good friend of mine in Atlanta described as “One of those sad little xmas trees that they try to guilt you into buying at the supermarket”.
I’ve been told that I truly need to stop doing this though. I’m seriously running out of space. Just this morning, I snipped what I thought was a twig. Finger thickness branch was cut off the salmon bougainvillea.
By the time I got that “twig” to the ground, it had pulled off two other “twigs” with it and was over six feet long. Two meters of nasty bitey thorn filled branches.
That Gardening Bug. I guess really it is “Landscaping” because I’m rapidly approaching an industrial scale. It gets under your skin and makes you feel like you’re doing something productive.
Guess what? You are.