Hot and steamy would describe the weather here in Indiana on the porch. Hot like Florida, the southern state I used to call Home. So I am bringing southern flair to this yankee state, whether they like it or not. To match the southern heat they're giving me.
I'm sticking to my tried and true theme of black and white with a few pops of color mixed in. Plus two fiddle leaf figs. The one on the porch I bought at a local nursery this winter and had it in the kitchen. The smaller one above I recently bought at Costco, so it is still adjusting to it's new blonde master.
Hopefully it will like this hot and humid weather because it's owner doesn't. Living in Yankee territory was supposed to have the benefit of cooler temps. I guess until now.
If I do any porch sitting this week or weekend, there will be a fan blowing on me I swear! This 94 degree crap with 2 mph breeze is for the lizards!
The Fiddle Leaf Figs (or FLF) love the Terracotta pots, so if you are a heavy handed waterier like moi, I would suggest putting your plants in a clay pot. Another tip, I used "Moisture Control" potting mix so they would stay more even in wet and dry conditions. They seem to love that. In this heat I expect to be watering them at least every other day but I will do the finger in the soil test before I drag the hose out.
Greg and I have been adding an irrigation system to the backyard and with this heat it has been extremely hard. He works outside all day, all year in the rain, heat or snow. So when he says on the weekend he has had enough I completely understand. Because I am usually ready to call it quits about an hour or 3 earlier! The soaker hose(s) in this part of the garden will be getting replaced, fixed and more added due to the new side garden beds we added last Fall. But, that's another story for another time.
The broken clock on the wall says time stands still here, so there is no rush to get those chores done that people always feel pressure to do every minute of every day. Lest they be bad people if god forbid they have laundry that hasn't been washed, dried and pressed the martha stewart way.
I love Martha, but you know what I mean?
Here on this porch we just sit, talk and dream.
Watch people go by.
Fluff and fold be gone, we've got some porch sitting to do!
