A new home and new plants - Monstera Delicious, Pilea Peperomiodides, Fittonia

Three weeks into London life and I'm only now sitting down to write a post. Since then, three new plants have joined my plant collection. They're nestled onto an east-facing window sill looking out over the 'balcony' where some winter pansies have been slap-dash planted on top of tulip and daffodil bulbs.

What I'd never imagined about urban gardening is how little time you have to do it. A moment there, a morning here - when you're out nine 'till five and the weekends are filled with rain, time to dead-head slips away. Feeling a leaf to check the water situation is pushed into milliseconds, instead of minutes. Time is precious, we're told. They never remind you that its also rare.

But the houseplants are doing OK with the minimal attention I'm giving them. The east-facing window is a god-send and some of them are growing fast in the dimming autumn light. My Wandering Jew keeps branching out bushier and bushier, refusing to trail artistically down the pot. The Sedum Adolphi's yellowed leaves keep twisting towards the sun, seeking out those last rays.

Up on the window this morning is the Monstera Delicious, a newbie. Bought from The Nunhead Gardener, it usually resides beside my bed but today it gets to feel the sun on its leaves. I have no idea how to care for it, bar sunlight, water et al. I think it will be a case of look and learn.

In its shadow two other new plants sit in small antique terracotta pots - an extravagance only the first days of a student loan will allow. A Fittonia, pinked up with green veins, overfills one pot,
 not quite yet settled into the compost. Next door, a Pile Peperomiodides, horribly overpriced, nods gently in the window breeze. A Chinese money plant has been top of my most-wanted list for a while, its circular leaves so crisp against the white wood sill.

Winter is coming. And no, you're not meant to think of Jon Snow when I say that. The watering is easing up and the growth of the plants is slowing down. In the last stray days of summer that filter through the autumnal chill, an occasional sunny day is a small blessing.