Thursday, December 22, 2011
Chalet Shenanigan - Chapter 7
I am getting ahead of myself. I can’t talk about snow until I tell you about my geranium adventure. Mountain gardening is quite different than gardening in, say, South Carolina. In South Carolina, where it gets so hot and humid in the summer that my children used to come inside from playing and walk directly into the fridge to cool off, (we have a walk-in fridge in the SC house because I used to cater a lot when I was a real working person and not just a Trailing Spouse), you have to worry about your plants burning up and you have to water them every, single day or they will die overnight.
I was hoping, when I Googled “overwintering geraniums” that the answer would be something simple like, “bring them inside, you idiot”. No. Well, okay, you can bring them inside if YOUR HUSBAND WILL BUY YOU A GREENHOUSE, which mine will not. I asked. He laughed. He is such a tightwad.
These durned geraniums are going to be the death of me. About two weeks ago, when I first started getting in the Christmas spirit, I was eyeing all of the lovely, empty planters in which the geraniums had recently resided. Hmmm, I said to myself. I could make some really alpine-y Christmas decorations out of those planters for the balconies. So, I spent two days cutting down evergreen branches from my yard, filling the planters and attaching big red bows on the front. Awesome! Look how pretty! I’m like a Swiss Martha Stewart! I even made Mr. Big install four spotlights in the yard to shine up upon all that loveliness.