When I had my house and garden up in the canyon, my obsession with repotting was no big deal. I had a big patio with plenty of room to work in and any mess I made (and I always made a mess) was easy to clean up with a hose and a broom. Now that I have relocated to an apartment with only a few insolent house plants, my efforts at giving them a new, more attractive spot are considerably more difficult.
The subject has unfortunately come up again because late last year I bought a really charming fiddle leaf ficus. It has been a great addition to my tiny collection of house plants, and so I decided it was time to give it a real pot. Repotting is not really very difficult, but since I have to pull it off in the kitchen, The whole operation is a little more complicated.
Especially since the ficus is fairly tall and the pot is sizable. But I am a genius and also not all that fussy about the final product. I always explain to any plant that has come into my grasp "You have two options: live or die."
Ficuses are notorious for going into shock if you move them around and then dropping all their leaves to prove have a delicate they are, but this one seems to be less crazed than that and I hope it will be happy in its new home.
Boys I'd like to put in a pot:









This is a beautiful Fiddle Fig! I love them and have had several, and I have had no luck with any of them. For some reason, I have no luck with indoor plants. My talents must only be used for outdoor gardening.
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