It is time to get plants settled into their winter pots.The bitter sweetness of fall, deciding what can survive snugged up against the south brick wall of the house and what must squeeze into the house and wow have they grown.For some reason this time of year makes me feel all soft and squishy inside. I sit and stare at the garden in it’s fall cloths and wonder at how fast the summer went by. It seems so recent I was struggling to get the tomatoes through the spring deluge thinking we would never have any fruit from them and now there are twenty-eight quarts of lovely red tomatoes in the freezer. How did that all happen?
This is what I call a flapjack plant although I do not think that is the correct name for it at all. This past summer when the plant was half this size I made this blackbird pot for it and now flapjack leaves overwhelm the birds. I should probably move it into a bigger pot but I love them together. During the short days the plant will get long leggy stems and by spring start to sprout little rosette plants all along the stems. I think I will wait and divide, move things around then.