This past weekend was fabulous…and the weather this week has only gotten warmer and better. Add in daylight savings time, and it’s like I have a whole new attitude about everything.
I’m just saying.
So, on Sunday afternoon, I settled in on my front porch steps with a bag of potting soil, the overcrowded pot of sunflower seedlings, and a newer, bigger pot. It still wasn’t going to work as the permanent sunflower home, but I figured it would get the job done while the seedlings got a little stronger.
First, can I just mention how cute the original little pot was? Overcrowded as it might have been, it was highly decorated with colored drawings of garden accoutrements—a watering can and a gardening shovel, for example. If I could have transplanted the colorings along with the plants, I would have, but alas, they were too well glued to the original terracotta pot.
I filled up their new home most of the way with potting soil, and then began the delicate surgery required to get the seedlings out of their original pot and into the new one. There were about 10 seedlings, all just a little bit leggy and a lot fragile, and I finally had to just use my fingers to dig carefully around the edge of their original home, hoping that I wasn’t tearing fragile roots as I went along.
This is the point at which I realized I had already broken one of the seedlings. I had a moment of silence for the fallen one, crossed my fingers that the four-and-half-year-old would not be able to read my blog for another couple of years, and kept working.
This is the point at which I realized I had now broken two of the seedlings. This is also the point at which things came out of my mouth that are not appropriate for four-and-a-half-year-olds to hear. But I persevered.
Eventually, with a little careful untangling and some easing of the new potting soil around the exposed seedling roots, I managed to get the surviving seedlings in place and somewhat untangled. They all flopped over the edge of their new pot, as if they were as exhausted by the wrestling as I was.
Now it’s just a wait-and-see game. I turn the seedlings back over to The Mint Killer and her daughter tomorrow, and after that, anything that happens is their responsibility.
But I hope the seedlings make it.