My tobacco plants are coming along quite well, but still not very big. Here’s a snap I took a few days ago:
The plastic fork on the right gives an idea of the scale. The biggest plant is about 6 inches high, and beginning to overshadow its neighbours. I’ve got 37 pots of this size, each with one or more tobacco plants in (my re-potting strategy has been to divide up plants, but not separate them completely). I’ve also got about 10 pots with pepper plants growing in them, which seem to be doing well.
I’m beginning to think that I’ll put the biggest tobacco plants in their own separate, large pots. What would be the best size to get? And what would be the best soil to put them in? I’ve still got lots of stuff in a grow-bag, which is what I’ve been using up to now.
I’ve still got plenty of the seeds that Leg-iron kindly sent me back at Xmas. I’m hoping that they’ll germinate again early next year, but I’m wondering whether it might be a good idea to keep them in the fridge. Does anyone do that with seeds?
The little sage plant that I’ve been cultivating on my kitchen window sill flowered a month or two back, producing lots of little white trumpet-shaped flowers arranged around the plant stem, and dropped its remaining leaves. I thought that would be the end, but it’s now producing new leaves at its base.
Speaking of plant growth, I revisited Rio de Janeiro a night or two back, using Google maps. This is one of the roads in the Gavea district where my parents lived back in 1965. Our house was the first house on the right at the top (which can’t be seen, as the Google camera truck hasn’t been up there yet):
The astonishing thing for me about this photo is how verdant it all now is. Back in 1965, as I recall it, there were quite a few trees, but none of them anywhere near as big as these. The street looks like a veritable forest now. Nor was there that building on the right, covered in what looks like ivy. Nor was there ever any moss growing on the road.
I suppose that, in Rio’s hot summers, these trees now provide cool shade. And since all the back roads in Gavea seem to have the same rich abundance of foliage, I suppose it must have been deliberately cultivated.
But at least the granite cobble stones have not changed. They’re probably the same ones that were there 5o years ago, and maybe even 100 years ago. And they were the ones across which I walked, to catch the lotação that hurtled at break-neck speed through Rio’s busy streets from Gavea to Leme, and to get off in the old centre of Rio, where my father worked, and buy ice-cool orange squash in paper cups, or flavoured water ices in cones, and the wonderfully-illustrated American DC and Marvel comics that were unobtainable in England.