Seen here is my first stumbling effort at plant propagation, a bit of honey in a jam jar for a short time and then bam! straight into the crumbly compost, I know, I know, I'm supposed to have some fancy schmancy soil + sand + eye of newt collected betwixt the waxing and waning moons but I didn't have any on hand and, well, this just seemed like a good idea. We shall see if roots eventuate.
Regardless of the outcome, this was my second hallelujah moment, a la Bette Midler, (see the far left column), forget the compost, now we're talking free plants! No, make that FREE PLANTS!!! For someone who spends the average yearly income of a Nepalese beartracker* on plants a month, this was truly an exciting moment. The icing on the cake is that the plants were procured from a nasty man who never walks his dogs. I broke off some bits that were protuding on the footpath figuring that if I cannot liberate the dogs, at least I can liberate the buddleia. Will keep you posted on the outcome. x
* Am not acutally sure what the average yearly income of a Nepalese beartracker would be, or indeed, if there is any such thing as a Nepalese beartracker. If you are a Nepalese beartracker and are reading this, my humble apologies.