Transitioning
Transitioning can be terrific or a terror, I’m caught somewhere in between. If nothing else its a trial, a test. Ok enough with the T’s. I’m transitioning at work and the seasons are changing. I dread it because I know that it is the end of Summer, in Chicago we have a bad habit of treating the transitioning seasons as a speed bump to the the best and the worst, Summer and Winter. but the in-between times take up as much time as the rest. As a gardener, I have to pull in my plants and find places for them inside. Its a lot to track, where they where thriving and what they are matters. So my tropicals go in my masterbath with a humidifier and a extra space heater going, learned that last year. Front room plants need fertilizer and checked for bugs and if they need to be repotted.
My fern that has grown over the summer to an epic Audrey type size I’m going to have to get industrial strength hangers for fear that it will pull my ceiling down with it.
I have a plant hospital for my snuggle babies, I’ve nursed quite a few back with a mix of patience and apathy. now that I understand propagation and seed foraging my plant purchase habit has flown down a lot. I’m doing much better than before with I was like a toddler and refused to acknowledge the realities of the season. Last year, I was so mad I just didn’t do as much as I could have to prep for fall.
This year, I have 1 official greenhouse, so I’m going to try my hand at overwintering in my basement for some of the veggies. Career are like gardens you have to be open to opportunities and be willing to get your hands dirty. I have lots of experience in doing both.
Just working on doing what is in front of me, relaxing and not clinging to the past and being worried about the future, if I learn from the past and do what I can do now the future will take care of itself.
