It didn’t live up to its expectations. Not by a long shot.
I woke up to an almost empty pond. A leak had siphoned most of the water out and I had to leap into action at 6 a.m. to save my fish. That time is not my best leaping time.
In fact I don’t have a good leaping time but mid-afternoon would have suited me better.
Catastrophe was averted. The hole was in the hose and not the liner (which would have been a lot worse). It took over an hour to refill the pond. All fish were saved.
With adrenalin pumping out of control, I proceeded to the gym and Starbucks (for medicinal purposes of course). I decided to get a two large mochas (to soothe my nerves).
Truth be told all that caffeine did not soothe my nerves but frazzled them more.
With this as the backdrop, the water lily tale will begin.
I have hardy water lilies but every year I treat myself to a tropical one. They don’t survive the winter here so they are treated as an annual plant.
The tropicals are bigger and in more unusual colors. There is a blue one that I love. I bought it locally but it’s been unavailable so I ordered on-line from a wonderful pond flower store.
They send the lily ready to plant at the appropriate time which in our area isn’t until the very end of May. Water temperature should not fall below 70 degrees.
My pond will go to 78 degrees during the day but cool off into the 60s overnight. That doesn’t make these tropical babies happy. They don’t have fur or feathers to keep them warm.
I have lost a tropical by putting it in too early so I am cautious. I ordered and requested that they send at the end of May. That’s a full week later than they usually do for my area. As I said, I’m cautious.
Tuesday, May 12 it arrived, more than two weeks early. It was a very warm day. I quickly potted it up and sunk it into my pond. There were several beautiful leaves and three buds. My only worry was that the flower color looked more purple than blue. Not the end of the world.
Then I heard the weather forecast. Now it’s the end of the world.
After several days of high 80 degree weather, the temperature was dropping to the high 60s for Wednesday. That meant my water temperature would drop too.
What to do?
I called the flower place. Since it was already in the pond, they said to leave it there and hope for the best. Water temp dropped into the low 60s.
My curious fish were huddled all around the plant. It must have had some good smells and other things that fish like because it was the hit of the party. I was hoping those little guys could keep it warm. Maybe fish pee is warm.
After a beautiful but cool day, last night dropped even more. Water temp was in the 50s. Oh oh. Not good.
I’ve been to this rodeo before. In the fall when they are healthy sturdy plants, they can sustain cooler days but in the spring, immediately after transplant (and still in shock) they don’t do so good.
We are now providing hospice service for my poor tropical who is wondering where the beach boy is with a round of umbrella drinks.
The owner of the tropical is wondering the same thing.
The first picture is how the lily looks in the heat of the summer.