Some heartbreak and a lesson for the amateur gardener

Hello friends,

Welcome back to my colourful world at The Vibgyor Chronicles.

It’s been about ten days since I last wrote, but to be honest, I wasn’t feeling very colourful lately. I had ordered flower seeds online, and there was a set of multi-coloured Periwinkle seeds among them. Now you all know I have two Periwinkle plants and nurture a special soft spot for them (why shouldn’t I, they are such beauties after all). I will share their pictures in a separate post someday. Anyway, so I bought seeds and started dreaming of a riot of colours in my balconies. I have found that I do that a lot, and that seems to be cause of half my heartburn.

My dad said that the time wasn’t ripe for sowing most of the seeds I had bought, but it was okay to sow the Periwinkle. All excited, I set to work just as he mentioned. I prepped the pot with moist soil, sprinkled the seeds and mixed them in the soil so that they got a light covering of soil and didn’t get burrowed too deep. He also mentioned that they need sun, so I moved them to the sunny side of the house. All was well, until it rained like a torrent. It rained so hard (the very day I moved my pot to the open balcony) that the neighbourhood park got flooded and a few trees broke and well, you get the gist.

My poor pot got flooded (of course) and I was worried about the fate of the seeds. When I told dad about the rains he reckoned the seeds might have been drained out of the pot given such harsh rain, but there was no harm in waiting as it takes about 2-3 weeks for them to germinate. I decided to keep my fingers crossed and waited with bated breath, watering it and keeping it in the sun as and when needed. However, now that it has been a month and there is no sign of life in the old pot, I think I should stop hoping. I mean, really, if it germinates now, it’ll be like a world record for longest germination period.

Please click on the images to enlarge them.

Look at that. Who will be not get depressed looking at that?

The woebegone pot made me really upset, and that left me in no mood to write. I was hoping to have small seedlings on their way to becoming robust plants by now. Periwinkles are not just active bloomers, they are grow fast and are also very hardy. It is difficult to kill a plant. But, it seems I have managed to not let it be born at all. It was this last week that I finally decided to move on and empty the pot and shake the soil to use it for something else.

It was today, that something finally made me feel enthusiastic about my plants again. I had brought one of the many wild rain lilies my sister-in-law (Bhabhi) has in her yard. They were adorned with very pretty little yellow flowers and I just had to have one. However, while digging it out, we damaged the bulb a bit and it sort of looked like an onion cut vertically mid-way. I wasn’t sure if it was going to live. It shed all its leaves and stayed dormant for a while, basically the pot looked like a lump of soil and nothing else. Then gradually leaves started shooting out and I was glad the plant was alive. But, I was also worried that the flowering time might have been over since they flower in monsoons, the heaviest of which is over. The plants were already full ofย  blooms when I brought this one. But, to quell all my doubts, this stubborn hardy little fellow gave me its first flower today. As bright and sunny and beautiful as I remembered, two months back when I saw it first. It is still a tiny plant in a tiny pot with hardly four leaves, but that didn’t stop me from watering it and feeding it regularly; and it reciprocated beautifully.


Look at that beautiful yellow – warms the depths of my heart โค



The fact that some of my other struggling fledglings have also found their feet and are enjoying in their new homes has also made me feel better. I learnt an important lesson through this exercise – letting go of things one cannot control. I do what I can for every single plant I own. Beyond that, I cannot control nature and I will have to accept that I do not have complete control on how my plants will turn out. If one of my plants didn’t make it, I cannot give up on the rest. Plants are very much like pets, they depend on us for love, care and food ๐Ÿ™‚

My coleus plant – finally happy after a long struggle
The purple heart – back from the jaws of death ๐Ÿ™‚

Until next time then, and it will surely not be as long a gap as this one! Keep showering your affection, it makes me want to keep writing ๐Ÿ™‚



P.S. Look who came visiting at our little bird-feeding station. A great brown eagle! He won’t eat anything we have to offer, but he often comes to quench his thirst and rest on the lamp-post ๐Ÿ™‚

The pictures were taken on maximum zoom because we couldn’t go any closer or he’d fly away.






It was such fun to see the pigeons, parrots, mynas and crows approach the lamp-post for sitting and then doing a mid-air somersault to get away from the eagle ๐Ÿ˜›


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