Poorly Plants

For the past 2 weeks, my poor old brain has been struggling to adapt to medication changes to control my bipolar disorder. When this happens, getting through each day is all that I can manage.

Yesterday, I felt well, so Fin and I blitzed house cleaning and the flat looks, feels and smells lovely!

I was doing the sitting room and became aware of my poor, neglected plants.

A couple were hardy enough to have survive the neglect unscathed:

But the others were in a sorry, sorry state. For goodness sake, even the ivy was half dead, and ivy will survive just about anything:

This little baby I have had for 10 years. I knew that World's Clumsiest Cat had knocked into it a few days ago. I hadn't realised that she had dislodged the roots completely:

I repotted it.

A bit of judicious snipping was in order:

I then put the plants on a tray, on the dining table, in front of the window, in the hope that

a) the extra light will do them good

b) as they are right by me, I won't neglect them

This is how they looked this morning:

So there's hope for them yet!

On a positive note, the erstwhile 'Blanket of Gloom' is starting to morph into the 'Blanket of This Might Be a Piece of Alright'! :

                          Watch this space!