I haven’t been able to find the perfect pot or the perfect size container for them. I have searched and can’t find the perfect one. Delayed putting them in a new home until I found the perfect one. But today I realized it does not have to be perfect. I can put them in the not-so-perfect pot that is not quite the right size and they will be ok. I don’t want to delay anymore. I want to enjoy them now. So I rip open the bag of soil and reach in. The smell of soil and it’s softness in my hand take me back. Standing beside my Dad in his greenhouse, pricking out his seedlings. Planting baby plants for his garden. Like he showed me I place soil 1/3 of the way up the pot, moving it against the sides to make room. I pour a dash of water to comfort the root. I gently hold the pot in one hand while holding the seedling between finger and thumb of the other. I tip the pot upside down and pat its bottom, gently squeezing the sides of the pot to release the soil and root into my hand. I place the pot shaped mound into the center of the soil in the new container. I scoop up some fresh soil and place it around the seedling. I push the soil down around the edges, like I am tucking the seedling into bed. Like he told me, I am careful not to break the root or leaf, while I scoop, drop, prod and press down gently with my fingertips. I press down the soil down so it is firm enough to support the stalk and stands upright. Now I will watch them grow and tend to them in their imperfect pots . I hope they will be ok. Later as I write this , I am soothed, close my eyes and nod with sleepiness.
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Helen Kennett-BaconOriginally from South Yorkshire in England, I've lived with my husband Neil in Kitsilano, Vancouver for 10 years. We are fur-parents to our French bulldog Dave, I am a Registered Psychiatric Nurse specialising in ADHD. Archives
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