I mentioned the LCUK website before – languishing in it’s half finished state since 2010 I think!
So, for reasons best known only to my brain, I had a sudden brain-fart this afternoon about how to sort it out (detailed over here in this ‘blog post), did much much Google searching (you don’t want to know just how many tabs and windows I have open right now!) and attacked it with gusto this evening!
It’s looking so much better it’s untrue! This make me very geek happy.
Having it (pretty much) sorted and also adding in the ability to upload the rest of the site fairly easily… is “a good” in my world
I didn’t really hold out much hope for it; because of my hectic lifestyle, I tend to forget to water plants, and generally neglect them.
However, given that “general day-to-day ignoring” is pretty much what orchids like (to a certain extent) the little fella not only survived, but thrived.
About 4 months later, Lydia was then bought an orchid as a work leaving present. That ended up living on the kitchen windowsill as well.
And so they sat for about 18 months. I didn’t fertilise at all (Although I bought the stuff required, I didn’t actually open it until about 5 months ago!), and watered them both about once a fortnight, if I remembered!
That was fine until summer ’13 – the windowsill is above my sink, which gives the needed humidity and the window is east-facing and mostly tree shaded, so they lots of light but only get about 2 hours of direct sunlight every day. So, the happy orchids dropped their blooms slowly as would be expected, with the spikes dying off in late autumn and then new spikes growing up to rebloom in late winter/ early spring.
I think that this was all very much “by accident” – I discovered much later than the main key to orchids re-spiking is a regular ~10C drop in temperature day-to-day. And so, my opening the kitchen window when cooking of an evening, especially in the winter, is enough of a temperature delta to encourage new spikes.
I did notice however that Lydia’s orchid was getting a little root-bound in its pot (which orchids like, up to a point), and my little orchid started to look a bit sorry for itself, and although it was still growing blooms on its spike, the blooms below the new ones were dropping off more quickly than expected.
At this point I started doing a little internet research and discovered that Orchids need re-potting every year or so; the media in which they sit breaks down and becomes acidic, which harms the roots. Both my orchids had been in their original media for at least 2 years at this point. So, I started to think about re-potting them, and when Matthew asked me what I wanted for my birthday, orchid re-potting kits was the request made.
However, Matthew is really not the most organised of chaps and I finally got my kits in February.
Before that however, I did some TLC on my little orchid, as it was starting to look really really unhappy. It was supporting its spindly flower spike, but had dropped a couple of leaves over summer. It put out a new leaf to compensate for the losses it has suffered, but the lower leaves were puckered, leather like and turning red/yellow. The medium it was sitting in was looking blackened, there was what looked like a white fungal bloom on the media surface and it smelled bad/moldy as well. It had been originally potted into very tightly packed sphagnum moss and a very small pot. This over-packing is common in shop orchid, it means that they move less in transit, but it’s terrible for their long term health!
So, as a “short term temporary fix” whilst I waited for new pots, I eased it out of the pot and broke up/away as much of the bad moss media as I could easily peel off, without taking away too much as I had nothing to replace it with. Then I plopped it back into the pot, but didn’t press it in at all firmly, leaving a big gap under it to the base of the pot, making sure the roots were not squashed any more. I suspect this is what actually saved it, as when I did get to re-potting it properly, my little orchid had very much developed root rot.
It’s really rather easy to re-pot an orchid, healthy or sick, so being suitably informed, and armed with new 15cm pots and a bark based media, I started the process.
I did Lydia’s orchid first as I thought it would be the easier of the two to do. I had slight misgivings about re-potting at that point, as it was later in the life-cycle than ideal, and it had a very healthy flower spike going on, with lots of blooms. However, from what I could see from the outside it had fat & healthy roots so, given what I’d seen on YouTube, I wasn’t too worried I was going to cause harm.
All in all, it was a bit of an operation – the roots had grown so tightly around themselves and the sides of the pot that they were actually cracking the pot due to sheer volume pressure! Getting it out of the pot and getting it to let go of all its old media (thankfully bark & perlite based, hence the healthy roots) was a trick and a half. I ended up breaking the pot in two (Which given it was actually a good quality pot was rather difficult!) and poking through the gaps in the roots at the old media it with a Japanese chopstick to get most of it off and out! Once done however, I settled it into its new pot with little difficulty as it could support itself easily.
My little orchid though, a different matter…. This YouTube video on re-potting an orchid with rotten roots pretty much sums up the bad state that the roots were in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbXQIsNKysk (Although I didn’t actually find/watch this one until about 2 months ago)
It had been in its flimsy pot packed tight for so long that, even though I’d been consciously only sparingly watering it for a while, all the roots from the underside of the orchid were black/dead and squishy/slimy. I think bar one long & skinny sub-surface root hanging in there, it just had a few sickly, straggly air roots left. So, I cut off the flower spike and popped it in a glass of water (Which hindsight now says I should have done when I stripped out the rotten media a few months before), cut away as much dead root stuff as possible, then rinsed the roots well, buried all of them in bark mix and hoped.
I also started using the fertiliser I’d bought in 2011, I’d soaked the potting medium in fertilised water before potting up, and then I started checking the pots and watering with fertiliser regularly, & generally “clucking” over both of them.
It was at this point that my current obsession started to actually kick in. I watched more Orchid Videos. I “fell down the YouTube Hole” and started to learn about optimum conditions, and also that I’d used pots that were actually too big. Orchids like to be snug in their pots, and 15cm for both of them was really too big. So, about a month after the first re-potting, I moved my little orchid over into a 9cm pot. It’s not ideal to re-pot that often, but it definitely looks happier for a smaller pot.
I also learned about nodes and bracts and about encouraging spike branching and also the phenomenon of natural cloning – keiki (The Hawaiian word for baby)
It was looking at all these videos that made me notice that the node below the flowers on the flower spike on Lydia’s orchid had swelled a touch and was poking out of its bract. So, I thought I might try encouraging it to branch. At a basic level, this involves giving it hormones in the form of what is called “Keiki paste” – The plant hormone “cytokinin” with some vitamins mixed into lanolin.
So, I found a UK supplier, bought some, cut back the bract carefully as instructed, applied it and waited.
So, my experiment sort of had an effect, but not much. I didn’t fuss overly, and I suspect looking back on things, I applied the paste a touch later than I potentially should have done for a successful branch, as about two weeks later the spike changed from vibrant green to a darker shade and and started the slow process of dropping its blooms, and about a week for that that the plant then put up a new spike.
So, as I was gently cooing over this new growth, and happy that I’d obviously done the right things when potting on both of them – As well as the above, the little orchid started growing new roots and another new leaf almost immediately!
Meanwhile, spring started properly happening – and that means orchids in bloom start being sold. Looking at all the pretty blooms as one shops does not make not buying more easy, however, their prices do!
Orchids are not mega-expensive, but they aren’t really cheap. So, I was happy to admire the pretties as I bought my lunch foods without getting my wallet out. Mostly…
At the end of May I bought my third orchid. Lydia wasn’t really surprised at me. She’s been expecting me to buy another one given the amount of YouTube watching I’d been doing and the amount of cooing over my current two I’d been doing.. However, it wasn’t a conventional purchase. I’d been looking at a particularly fine “Ceramic Gift Orchid” specimen for about 10 days or so, so I was rather shocked and sad one lunchtime when I walked up to the orchid shelf for my usual longing resistive admire and noticed that it looked “the wrong shape”- So, I looked properly and some rotten sod had broken both of its spikes!
Just as I was looking at it, the Grocery manager also spotted it. A quick conversation later about orchid loving later and I got it for £4 rather than £12!
I took it home, quickly consulted YouTube about the best way to cut the spikes to maybe encourage a re-branch, snipped off the spikes about 2cm above the second node and and stuck them both in a glass of water to enjoy whilst they lasted and re-potted my new orchid.
I then had the somewhat mad idea about the potential of growing keikis from the cut stems, as the repotme.com article I referenced above said was possible. After all, not really much to lose eh!
So, I peeled back the bottom bract and stuck a good coating of paste on. Within a few days the nodes on both started to swell.
I’m hopeful that they will survive, I’m changing the water about once a week to ensure oxygenation and giving them a drop of fertiliser. Given the various articles and forum posts I’ve found on cut-stems growing a keiki on the internet I’m crossing my fingers, but if they die, they die.
Going back to the plant itself, I left it sitting on the window sill for a month to settle in. The cut spikes stayed green and healthy, but showed no hint of node swelling for a branch, so I thought what the heck, peeled back the bracts, slapped on keiki paste and hoped for either new branch activity on one or both spikes or maybe a keiki on one of them if I was very lucky.
Looks like I got my orchid pregnant with twins, I’ve a keiki growing on both spikes!
If all of them survive, then I’ll have 4 new independent orchid plants in about 2 years.
So, by now my kitchen windowsill was looking rather full – but when this beauty with absolutely nothing wrong with it had a “reduced to £3.60” sticker slapped on it, again from £12, it also had to come home with me.
I’ve not re-potted this one, the media it’s on looks good, so I’ll wait until it’s done blooming.
So, this is now what my kitchen windowsill looks like.
So, I’ve 3 yellow & pink flower orchids… I keep lusting over the purple flowered orchids, but I know I’ve really no more space!
This is what beggars say as we walk past them – “Change please?”
& yet a plea for money could be seen, in this context, as having a double meaning. A person begging for money also needs real change.
When did a handful of coins get the nickname “small change” anyway? And, does a handful of small change actually cause change in this, or any instance?
Change can mean so much, especially in this context. I’m as guilty as the next person of generally walking by… I tend to apologise for not giving, even when I know I’ve no change in my purse or my life that I can give.
It was deeply ingrained in me when I was younger- “Don’t give money, they will only spend it on Alcohol” – so I have been known to buy people food, & one particularly horrific January a while ago, when I was rather poor myself (for a given meaning of “poor”) giving my wool gloves to a chap who’s hands were blue (I could buy another pair of gloves after all)
Given that we are living in one of the richest countries in the world, I wonder why we cannot “spare any change?” for people that need it.
I commented on this on Twitter a while back now, about having the ideas for opening paragraphs to multiple ‘blog posts flit through my head as I’m wandering, the urge to just “write stuff out” when I’m generally not anywhere near a PC. Someone noted that I should maybe use a note book to capture the thoughts, but given that a) my hand writing is so shocking that even I can’t read it on occasion & b) the thoughts usually happen when I’m walking, this doesn’t really help.
Thus, the words escape untamed. Which is annoying, infuriating and otherwise irritating.
Because they are generally thoughts that could use noting. Political thought (I sometimes amaze myself at how political I am now!), fun thoughts, dyeing thoughts, time thoughts
The thoughts about how horrifically 49% of the population treat the other 51% on a great deal of our blue-green planet, how lots of us actually treat this planet. How people can not want to help others in small altruistic ways, how they can just not see that being selfish ultimately is self destructive.
Thoughts around how I could get my crafty on, yarn dyeing ideas, how best to dye fibre, how the heck I find the time to do it, let alone the space.
There are thoughts about “wanting more” – reaching higher, going further, living deeper.
Given that the WordPress app can now do offline drafts, some of these thoughts might even make it out of my head. You never know…
“Don’t let it rent your head” – this is a mantra that has stuck with me for a while now, and I can normally let things go easily… but this one is very much renting my head, and so getting out out in a ‘blog post, so potentially also the lady that is renting my head might see it, is a useful thing to do, if only because it gets out of my head!
I’m one of those people that pretty much always has music in their head – I get ear wormed really easily, and I tend to not bother with a mp3 player in my day-to-day commute as I don’t need one…
For me, the music also leaks out, and I’ll sing, hum or whistle as I’m walking along, in my own little world, sometimes to aid the rhythm of walking at a good pace, but at other times without even realising the sound has externalised.
Over the weekend just gone I was ear wormed by a friend via Twitter – Informer by a Canadian reggae musician called Snow. It came out in 1992, but I didn’t think I had a clue what it was, I’d never heard the title, so I click the link and get a “Oh, that’s what that song is called” moment, which then turns into an ear worm.
The music tends to leak more when I’m tired, and this weekend I didn’t get a great deal of sleep, so a deficit was definitely there. Hence, a whistle of the song as the lyrics roll past my brain’s ears happens as I’m walking, I’m totally in my own head and I’ve not consciously recognising I’m whistling loudly.
So, there I am, Tuesday morning, heading into work around 10:45. Passing through KGX underground from the Picadilly line, and, as I’m coming in from a medical appointment, I decide to head through the tunnel to the exit by Boots which is closer to work, rather than the tunnel that leads to the Post Office, where I usually exit.
Suddenly, a lady looks back over her shoulder and angrily throws the word “Tosser!” at me as she walks past me, faster than I am moving.
I don’t remember all the words we exchanged, but I do remember stopping in my tracks, litterally pulled up for a couple of steps and exclaiming something like “eh? I’m whistling”.
She made another over her shoulder remark about me/it “being disgusting” that made me defensively say “But I’m just whistling, not at you, I’m just whistling a tune”, to which she then angrily said (And this one stuck) “You think that is acceptable behaviour in this country?”
To which my natural response, now spoken rather loudly as she is a good 30 meters in front of me was “Yes, it is totally acceptable to whistle in this Country!”
I know there was another word exchange that I can’t remember before her parting “Piss off!” as she turned into the Circle Gate line, and my returned high volume “You too!!” as I turned to walk up the stairs to the street. (Anyone that knows me knows I can generate volume!)
I hit surface and pretty much burst into tears – Frustrated, angry, jagged breath tears. I headed up to the office and spent a good 10 minutes pulling myself together.
So, why is this exchange renting my head so much?
I think it’s because I feel like I’ve been falsely accused of “doing a wrong” when I know I haven’t – I can only presume that she thought I was a guy that wolf-whistled her. (You know, I’m 5’10” and broad shouldered… In my winter coat, I’m not your typical female silhouette… I reckon I was a good 5″ taller than her)
I think that I’m also on edge about the “this country” part of the comment – So, not only does she potentially think I’m a misogynist pig, she thinks I’m possibly also a foreigner and so therefore was throwing racist sentiment at me.
And these things don’t sit well with me, on a couple of levels. Hence, Head Renting – because I’m not going to get the answers to the below:
If I’ve “done a wrong” I want to know what, so I can remediate that.
And for the life of me, I know I’ve not “done a wrong” even if my actions were perceived as one.
I’m British, I’m English, and born in this very city I’m a Londoner through and through.
And I *know* that my behaviour (walking whilst whistling a tune) was within the bounds of acceptable norms in this fair city, as well as the rest of the UK.
To the lady that so irritated and frustrated me, hopefully, as this is now out of my head and in my ‘blog, I can stop thinking about you.
I wish you well, and hope that the frustration you were feeling that day that caused you to lash out at me are now resolved.