It’s Spring! Many people have spring traditions, like cleaning or purging; in our family, this is the season for moving plants around the yard the way some unfortunate souls move furniture.
We’ve had a lot of practice moving plants around; a LOT of practice. Laura moves plants so frequently that I have had to cap the number of plant moves I’ll assist with, kind of like how as a teacher I have to cap the number of questions that Annoying Question Kid is allowed to ask each day. “That’s your last question, Josh. Are you sure you want to waste it asking if gold bullion is named after soup bouillon?”
At any rate, with our marriage-saving plant-moving pact in place, we were able to get the original plants out of there.
Friday rolled around and the weather forecast was great – a zero percent chance of rain.
Wait – surely that wasn’t a raindrop.
But since the always trustworthy Weather.com had reported a 0% chance of rain, certainly this would be a quickly passing storm, right?
After dredging the front yard, the new, much smaller plants were planted in the former seabed.
Meanwhile, the old plants were making the circuit in our backyard, because the only way to tell where you REALLY want to plant a bush is to see it in 5-15 different places.
