Waiting isn't something I wished to do today. I noticed that when transplanting hostas, a suggestion was to put some type of protectant dust on the roots, but I really wanted to get it done, and went ahead.
I feel wiped out after transplanting half the hostas. Not realizing how many I had, I found that half were enough, from the front yard. Unfortunately, the front now looks disproportionate. But I save the plants I wanted.
Boy is was painful being on my knees and trying to firm up the dirt.
If I had technicolour dreams last night, with Tylenol I'll have more of the same tonight.
I have a whole bunch of plant vases, and found a nice clear one, but noted it was chipped. If I was Martha Stewart, this wouldn't happen.
I put some of casualties into that vase for a wonderful minimalist accessory to the home. With peonies coming up, I can use them too, as well as irises, and roses.