Transplanting season is over. The weather forecast predicts temperatures warming to hot with no rain for a week.
Not that the hot weather stops me from transplanting and crossing my fingers that the plants will survive.
What i should do is transplant with a shovel in one hand and the hose in the other. The trouble is my designing/artistic mind gets way ahead of my maintaining body-mind.
In this weather, a good daily sprinkling of the transplants would help establish them in their new homes. This means dragging the hose around, disconnecting hoses, reconnecting hoses and the sprinkler, traipsing back to the spigot to turn it on (or off).
Do you hear the suffering/stress/WORK associated with that first pleasant idea of transplanting the Sweet Williams out of their nursery bed and into a flower bed?
Fortunately nights are still cool--in the 50s--and the dew still falls, so the transplants have an easy night.
And after transplanting maidenhair ferns along the woodland paths (read: thick network of roots interpenetrating the thin, dry, rocky woods dirt), i too fall asleep easily.
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