I don’t want the words to come. So the pictures. And the walks. The sand and the catch. The bikes, swings, fire pits and pushes. The seeds and the earth. Less coffee and deeper breaths.
Monthly Archives: March 2020
I see you.
A fly by.
Orange you glad I didn’t sow a banana?
Knock knock jokes are “in” right now in my house. As is potty humor (let’s be honest, humor in my house is never 100% clean.)
Sowing has kicked it up a gear this spring with my freed self and some inconsistently eager sidekicks. This post’s feature, though, was entirely not-my-doing.
This is its second pot. It grew heartily after its first transplant and has stalled at this height for what seems like ages.
We can both guess why.
So in lieu of ripping out more grass to put in more food (we’re moving in a couple of months, we plan/hope/think), and in need of a soil-centered way to ease my mind nearby the house during nap time, I found a taller pot. But first, removing this start from its home was not something it had prepared for. And why should it? It wasn’t planning/hoping/thinking it would move soon. It was likely planning/hoping/thinking it would never move. That this was its home-home and would thus stay put forever.
I’m pretty sure each root tip was cemented to the pot itself. I’d never had to work so hard to remove a plant from a pot. Minding the roots and the fat long earth worms, I finally extracted it from its outgrown home. Of course I didn’t actually have any potting soil. I put a few sticks in the bottom with some cotton bur compost, chicken manure, soil from an empty pot, soil from the pot I had just emptied, and still needed a bit more…so borrowed some from an empty section of the front bed.
And chose to leave it in plain sight for its “actual” caretaker to spot it after school today.