It’s been a challenging summer. Like most of the rest of the country, we here in the Northeast have been dealing with persistent drought.
And while I am very selective about what I water during a drought, even going so far to hand water so as not to waste water, I have decided that it’s just best to start bringing in the houseplants. They will need far less water that way, and I will perhaps have slightly more time to myself–once that transition is made, of course.
These succulents won’t have to be moved too far–just up a flight of steps. Anything that was supposed to be transplanted (like that wickedly spiny milk tree) has already been taken care of. I just need to carry it–carefully–upstairs.
These succulents not only need to be moved indoors and upstairs by 6 of them need repotting. So I have a good morning’s work ahead of me here.
And this is how it all turns out.
This year’s plant moving will have to be more gradual–say, one room at a time, or perhaps even fewer than that. You might have noticed that I am posting fewer posts as well. Without getting into a whole complicated explanation, I am doing physical therapy for my neck, which never quite recovered from the face down positioning of my eye surgery. It’s been a summer, we’ll just say.
But it’s all good. I just need to be slow, careful and deliberate, something I am not known for. But it’s sort of like gardening. You can’t force a plant to grow or a seed to sprout. Everything in its time.