I had a surprisingly enjoyable trip yesterday morning to one of those places that sells bird feeders and small trees and potting soil and flower pots and big bags of powdered manure. It's not one of my usual haunts, but you remember my little spruce sprouts (scroll way down on that one to see their baby picture) that were getting so big I was going to need to buy them their own pots soon? Well, the day had arrived. They'd ceased to thrive in their cramped little shared starter pot, and it was time for a transfer. So that's what I was doing at the seed-soil-manure store: looking for spruce real estate.
One reason the errand was so enjoyable is that I was there without anyone else: my mom took the three littles for the morning, and the two bigs were at school. I just kind of BROWSED AROUND, without having to tell anyone not to eat the manure. I spent a long time considering various flower pot possibilities, and the only one making alarming ceramic-clinking sounds was ME.
I bought four cute little pots with attached saucers. It was difficult to choose the colors. There were three pink ones, one yellow, one blue, two light green, and three speckled yellow. I tried various combinations. I wanted BOTH yellows, but they clashed, and not in an ugly-chic way but in a way that made both colors look bad. There wasn't four of anything, nor did "one each of four different colors" look good in ANY combination. Finally I got two speckled yellow and two light green and felt well-satisfied. ---Ha ha! I'm totally lying. I'm second- and third- and FOURTH-guessing the decision, fretting about maybe making another trip to the store to reconsider options. I LOVE the two speckled ones: they look just like pear skin. But the light green ones, I'm not sure about, and I'm not sure how well they go with the pear-colored ones. I wish there'd been two blue ones, or four speckled ones.
You can see their old cramped apartment in crayon green on the left, and their new swanky digs on the right. Also, I hate to embarrass the plants, but look at the length of those ROOTS. I have a feeling the new homes will only be temporary. I wonder when baby spruce trees can be transplanted outside? Probably not when they're still small enough for the lawnmower to run over them.
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