I had to move all the plants in off the porch this morning, as the apartment complex has somebody coming in to pressure-wash the siding. Didn't want my plants to get shredded. I'm sure they'll be fine inside for one day, as long as the cat doesn't decide to snack on 'em....
Update: The dwarf Alberta spruce did in fact "grow back into the ground" (as my mom used to say). I hauled out the carcass a couple of weeks back and put in a caladium, which seems to be doing fine in its place. The garlic bulb did not survive the transplanting (tho the chives seem ecstatic to have the extra room) but I have another garlic clove sprouting, so I stuck that one in the same pot and we'll see what happens. The cherry tomato plant has about 15 little tomatoes on it, but so far they're all still green -- which doesn't surprise me, given the cool, wet spring we've had. And yesterday I picked a few basil leaves for a caprese sandwich. Everything else is growing nicely.
Oh, the lilies of the valley never did come up; what I seem to have instead is a pot full of shamrocks and grass. Ah well....
