Moving Things Around
Old time, experienced gardeners, have told me that at some point I will start to, yank out and move plants and trees around. Nah, I thought to myself, won’t happen. Once I dig a hole and plop something into it, it’s going to stay in place forever. Period.
Hmmmm. I need to eat a whole plate of humble pie on this subject. This summer II have dug up not one plant, but hundreds, in the process of redoing two large beds. The iris have taken over and run amuck. Gorgeous bearded flowers have multiplied beyond reason. Time for the shovel. After a few days of diligent work they are neatly cut and mounded in separately labeled boxes ready to find a new beginning at a professional landscaper’s home.
The joy for me is to know they will grace another gardener’s yard and I will keep a few special iris to accent corners and odd places.
A writer also has move things around. Like whole chapters to get the story line to flow in a more cohesive manner. I held my breath while doing this and set the newly rearranged manuscript aside for several days before going back to read it through. Phew, it worked! Scary moments when doing the rearranging, but the results are great.
The new garden beds and my paragraphs will be the better for the move.
