Gardening and future planning

 Too tired for my scheduled exercise, sat about for a bit, then thought I'm not too tired to water the downstairs plants.

Famous last words.

I watered, then a few minutes later noticed a small flood around the plants. There ensued mopping, moving, wiping, discovering that the plant sitting inside a wicker container was busily leaking. 

When I tried to move it to the patio to see what was what, the wicker container fell apart. Ah.  So new saucer for the plant, then I turned my thoughts to the hanging spider plants in the kitchen.

 And, here's the planning part: since I have to climb steps to reach and lift them off the hook to water in the sink and drain, then muscle them back up again, it's time to think again.

The smaller one, aside from needing to be repotted, is lighter and less likely to drag me off the steps with its weight when watered. So that can hang there for now.

 I'm starting to have other plans for those hangers now, involving S hooks and dowels and kitchen utensils. Watch this space.

For the bigger plant, I found a new pot, desperately needed, poor thing totally rooted and weary, and repotted it with fresh soil. In a bigger pot. Which I definitely am not going to climb up and down with.

 A handy studio stool is now in a new home. The plant is looking around at her new friends.  And a dreaded task is done.  

While I was doing all this hauling and sweeping after the potting was done, I thought I might as well, on a roll now, package and label my seeds.

 They're now in a dark kitchen drawer away from the stove. I might even start them in winter just to get a bit of foliage, we'll see.

All in all I might as well have done the exercise. Funny how you find energy for what you feel like doing, but just too tired for what you don't feel like. And I'm rationalizing that all this frenzy of activity counts.