6.Transplanting

The baby plants were beginning to outgrow their little pots so I figured it was time to transplant them to their new home. I was informed that the pots were fine to plant in soil since the materials would weather away and compost. I removed some old flowers on the small bed that we had and cleared away some dirt towards a hole and stuck each pot in at least an inch away from one another. With some pat pats and a generous spray of water they were put away into their new homes. I imagined the roots shooting through and finding a new bed of soil that they'd be delighted to dig their toes into.

After checking the next couple of days, they didn't look like they were adjusting too well. Through the sunny how days, the leaves felt more thin and would curl in towards the center as if scared of being burned by the sun and heat. Though as the day got cooler towards the evening, they'd undo themselves and start to fan the leaves out again which made me feel better. But the cruel heat of the summer days wouldn't end and I began to feel nervous and drop of my gut. I knew something bad might happen but I chose not to listen to instincts. I did what I could and watered in the morning and sometimes at night. I also didn't want to over water for fear that they would end up dying by my hands. This tending to was harder and scarier than I had expected.