Wednesday, June 16, 2010

My first flowers

I am so proud of myself: my flowers are blooming! At last!

My main pride is pelargonium (pelargonia or geranium). I’ve grown it from seeds that I brought last year. I sowed them in April, found the first bud few days ago and yesterday it opened.



Tradescantia is another currently flowering plant. It has small pink flowers and dark violet leaves. At first, I kept it indoors. Then, I decided to try its survivability and moved it outside to my balcony. Just within one weeks leaves thickened and leaves got covered with woolly hairs. The conclusion is obvious – it grows better outdoors.



And finally, my succulents. They have been my favorites for many years. I love them because they do not need a lot of attention. And my current location provides them with so needed light, sun and air.



Saturday, June 5, 2010

How to clean your house

Well, we all do it differently. There are even recommendations how to complete all cleaning in 19 minutes (found it on internet once). I found fascinating the description of routine used to clean a house In England in fifteenth century. Here it is:

“She'd driven the staff and herself hard, so that every corner of… house was properly scoured with hot water, finely ground cold ash from the fires and good fat soap she'd made herself. The windows had been polished with vinegar and three-day urine until they winked and flashed in the pale spring sunlight, and the expensive collection of silver chargers in the hall, and the pewter vessels in the kitchen, had been carefully buffed with a paste of the finest river sand, pounded hard in a pestle to make it finer still, before it was mixed with alum and more vinegar.

All the room hangings, had been beaten outside in the heber, the linen in the bedrooms boiled and blanched and hung out over the budding hedges in the kitchen garden - just coming into leaf - to dry in the last of the blustery weather; and the fine Turkish carpets were scattered with dampened sawdust before being vigorously shaken and beaten in their turn and hung back up on the walls.

Now the whole house smelled sweetly of beeswax polish and the fresh spring flowers placed in all the public rooms, and Deborah had gone to bed the previous night with a satisfied feeling that much had been accomplished.”

p. 80
The Exiled by Posie Graeme-Evans