Sprinkles and Fairy Dust

Two of many dehydrating hosta's after the move ~
 not quite 'settled' or in shade.

Transplanting hostas ~ 
a new challenge,

new soil, heavy with clay,

my palette.

My growing, blond 2 year old assistant was ready 

her blue plastic cup of sand ~

‘for sprinkles’ 

securely in hand.

Hardworking tools gathered;

placements chosen for the move, most in deep shade,
under trees, against brick walls, hidden under shrubbery.

Healthy, variegated 

white and green hostas 

came away easily from 

cramped beds in great clumps.

Prepared to

dig deep

dig wide, unsettling

old hostas, with lush dense leaves,

in one place 

for many years,

roots thick, packed and wound tightly together.

With each new bed prepared,

a couple of teaspoons of ‘sprinkles’

gently placed in the hole,

quickly dehydrating hostas were

lowered in

watered in

with hopes that 

the ‘sprinkles’ were really fairy dust.

"An idea can turn to dust or magic,

depending on the talent that rubs against it."

- William Bernbach