I finally did it! After chipping away at it for the past few weeks, I finally got all of my plants in the ground. For the first time since 2004—that’s six long years if you’re bad at math—I’m heading into winter without a hundred plants in nursery pots or plastic bags or buckets or with exposed rootballs waiting patiently to be planted.
Not everything is precisely where it will remain next spring because a couple of beds need some more design planning over the winter—not to mention that gardening is never truly “done” and who’d want it to be? But it’s sure a sweet relief to have all of my plants in the ground.
It’s become such a psychological and physical burden that I think it’s going to take a while to realize that I no longer need to clench up and feel instantly overwhelmed when I go out to the garden. It’s still a little shocking to see the beds so neat and tidy, and I might have some sort of post-traumatic gardening stress because I still see nursery pots and unplanted things setting where they used to be, but I’m sure I’ll recover after a nice winter rest.
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