No plant left behind and other sundries

I'm such a sucker for the last, sad, lonely plants in a nursery. You know, the one left, abandoned by its mates or one solitary kind of plant sitting at the back of a shelf, the price tag peeling off and the roots sticking out of the pot. I just have to take them home. This time it was a lavender eggplant. I'd seen photos of these and can order seeds, but never seen one for sale. This was the only one there and it had a tiny eggplant hanging from its tiny branch. Cute!


(You can see the 'proper' eggplant behind it in this shot)

I potted it today, along with a red centre lime (a plant developed by the CSIRO!) and the fig I pulled out of the garden and quite likely killed in the process. It is certainly looking sad at the moment. I hope it will be okay.

My house has turned into some kind of weird scientist's den. I have a little greenhouse of sprouting plants, some potatoes on the shelf waiting to be ready to plant, the mushrooms in the cupboard doing mysterious things, the bread starter on the bench (more about this in another post), the worms eating their way through strange worm food in the laundry and currently I'm hopping up every few minutes to stir the quince paste on the go on the stove (this also deserves its own post). Not one to do things slowly, I must admit that I'm perhaps reaching my limit of learning curve velocity.

I should change this blog's name to 'things I've learnt from books' as that is where I get almost all my information from!