Much digging and tugging needed for the major project this morning - transplanting a shrub out of a pot into the ground. Which sounds straightforward, but not when the roots have rooted through the pot. What's worse it was on a piece of flat stone so instead of simply growing down through the holes in the pot, they'd gone sideways, splayed out in immovable stiffness.
There was no chance I was going to get the plant out of the pot with any of its major roots intact.
So, I had to get the pot out of the plant. Using a hammer. Whack. The terracotta fractured and I was able to remove it piece by piece, with a degree of reluctance (I had hoped to reclaim the pot). I now have lots of terracotta shards to use for drainage, I suppose.

Sometimes I think I come at life with a spade and forget to use the fork first. I slam against obstacles with the dull blade and grow more and more frustrated. The fork takes a more careful route - teasing out the earth. It still requires a lot of strength and persistence, but it gets through where the spade cannot. Sometimes the tool we assume will make the best job, achieve it the most quickly, is simply ineffective.
Such were the thoughts meandering through my mind as I dug - or forked.
Of course, when you slam up against solid rock there's not a lot you can do with either spade or fork.
I suggest, in that scenario, picking somewhere else to dig...
And sometimes, in order to free the roots, you may need to break the pot.
Fork image from Amazon - not the fork in question!
3 comments:
Good analogy, Lucy. One for all of us to ponder, I think.
Perfect - just what I needed to read today. Blessings to you.
What gets me is that I always reach for the spade, forgetting that I even own a fork. Literally and figuratively. Live and learn, over and over!
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