Tradescantia, after a couple of tries, and other gallant misses

 Yesterday, in the middle of lunch, turkey meatball sandwich, pita bread, Gary erupted into the house, and said that red plant I've been talking about giving you?  It's happening now. I said, great, and I have an empty ceiling hook in my bedroom, let's go.

So we trooped upstairs, and first he checked the hook, said no, this won't work, no anchor. Then a little moth flew out of the plant and he ran downstairs for a glass and paper towel to catch and release it outdoors.

Back to the ceiling, he brings over two cases of anchors and screws, trying to match sizes, and I said, wait, there's another hook in the other bedroom and I think it has an anchor.

Back upstairs he checks, wrong kind of anchor, more exploration of solutions. Finally he did find a ceiling anchor which will work 

And I'm now, after a couple of false starts,  the custodian, possibly owner, of this lovely thing. I need to prune it a bit, since it's been outside all summer, growing fast. I'll use the prunings to start another plant.

Then I went to the knitting group, no new projects to show, but small group chat ranged over hiking vacations in Pennsylvania, flu shots, I-cord edging for knitted items, pockets, passwords, and camping. 

Happy day, everyone, be ready for the sudden appearance of plants and people in your life. And let's remember the humanity of civilians being oppressed right now.

 

And hope a few flowers can bring a little spark of hope

And remember Ukraine, still fighting