Every Sunday, my friend’s son Jared comes to help me in the garden. Only thirteen, Jared is already six inches taller than me and as anyone vertically challenged would tell you, an elevation of six inches is helpful indeed.
Today I did not call upon Jared’s height, but some things require two pairs of hands. Potting up a cutting of Euphorbia Milii that Ang gave me is one of them. It is not called Crown of Thorns for nothing. The entire stem was covered in long, sharp barbs. I can imagine it saying to a rose: you call those thorns?
Jared writes all the labels for cuttings, relieving me of one of my most tedious and often conveniently forgotten tasks. My writing hand can no longer hold a pen steadily or for long. Labelling is important now that I am propagating plants for the Huge Plant Sale to raise funds for cancer research. I cannot rely on my memory as even if I remember the names of the plants, I certainly won’t remember the date on which the cuttings were struck. Jared takes care of that and would remind me if I forget.
Today we found a dozen fig cuttings that has been languishing in plastic bags for weeks. They were not growing roots as quickly as expected so I had Jared pot them up individually where they will live till Spring when we will repot them for the sale.