In this rural area, the post office is the hub of the village. Sometimes when you get the mail, you may find a plate of warm brownies from someone's kitchen, or rows of plant cuttings to share. I don't know the name of the Ivy.
Each cutting sat on the post office counter in a small plastic cup of water. We took two with a thank you and brought them home. They got a good potting up in new soil, plunked into the new soil feet first, of course and added to the collection of plants above the kitchen sink.
Here they are freshly potted up in spare containers.
Here they are freshly potted up in spare containers.
By the way, the homespun half apron is perfect for potting up, it takes well to muddy soil and hand wiping.
Warm Regards,
Betty
1 comment:
Betty,
I love that you live in a rural area - a bit of old-fashioned kindness is so refreshing! I have one of those ivy plants, but I cannot find the name of it for you.
Love the posts - keep 'em coming!
Ellen :)
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