The night air dipped and rose the past few weeks and autumn is certainly in the air. The houseplants have all been lazily sunbathing all summer (with me) on the front porch. They love the fresh flow of water from the hose each day and the sun shining on them. I snap off any leggy parts and remove dead leaves. Any bugs and diseases that jumped on from being cooped up last winter are gone. Yet, the thermometer lowers steadily in the night. At 50 degrees I start covering the plants with a large sheet before I go to bed. The days are still gloriously warm and they just need a little extra cover under the stars.
But when that fateful forecast shows 45 degrees at night, everyone has to come inside. Party over. By the end of summer a lot of the plants have grown. Trim them into proper shapes and transplant them into bigger pots. I put a little soil on the bottom, place the whole plant and dirt in the new pot, then top with fresh potting soil. Water thoroughly and let sit in the sun a bit longer. There should be holes in the bottom of your pots. Soggy feet are the death of many a houseplant. They should be able to drain completely.
Meanwhile, inside prepare a spot with a nice west, south, or east view-preferably south- and place drip trays or old plates where you want your plants. Carefully bring in each beautiful specimen.
The plants will go from daily to every other day waterings to once a week now. Water until it leaks into tray.
I don’t have typical houseplants, myself. I have two poinsettias, two Ephedra plants, two jasmine plants, a bamboo, an orchid, a few little succulents, a unique aloe, a behemoth aloe, a coffee plant, and four large geraniums. The ginormous plants have followed me from place to place for years and some are new. Last year I overwintered a tomato plant someone gave me in the south window. It grew a little and when I put it out into the soil this last spring it sprung to life in heaves of mass foliage and huge ripe tomatoes.
You can have anything as a houseplant. They just need light, the right amount of water, they enjoy a cup of room temperature coffee per month (no kidding), and talking to them doesn’t hurt either.
(The plants are getting to know the kitten…not thrilled I’m afraid!)