…. and it is FABULOUS.
I bought some impatiens last weekend, because it is the only thing I ever plant – in honor of my mother. Well, that and it’s the only plant I can reliably identify. I actually went to buy some a month or so ago, but Wal*Mart didn’t have any. I wasn’t exactly sure, though. I stood looking at some other kinds of flowers trying to convince myself that they weren’t impatiens. “Maybe they’ve changed. Who’s to say?”
Anyway, these flowers have been sitting on my counter in a pan of water (see, I can nurture) for about a week, so I decided it was time to plant them.
In a rainstorm.
With a spoon since I don’t know if we own a trowel.
Here are the ‘before’ pots. Please note that the rain just misses them, and that does not speak well to their survival if I forget to water them.
The pots aren’t actually full of potting soil – it’s a little bit of potting soil and then all the past carcasses of previously planted impatiens. I was shocked at how dry the ‘soil’ was. I thought I should water it, but wanted something that held more than a Big Gulp cup – my watering container of choice. I went with a plastic cereal container that had some generic Frosted Mini Wheats dust in it, or as I called it, “pre-compost”.
That soil was DRY. Each pot took three cereal boxes of water and each time I’d stir it, it would still be dusty.
Anyway, dig dig, throw throw, but no ‘pack pack’ because by this time I was getting cold, wet and bored.
Those plants will just have to be happy that I’m not taking care of them, because we all saw how that went for the robins.