Front Porch: Day Two and Three

All the plants are moved and we are dead tired. It is amazing what can be accomplished if one just keeps moving. Or in this case, two of us do.

Yesterday before the block party we moved the male holly and the other female holly.

Today required brute strength and a knowledge of simple machines. Who knew that learning about them in high school would come in handy? So using a shovel and a spade and, at times, a sharpshooter, we wrestled the definitely-overgrown-for-its-space spirea aka bridal wreath out of its hole and onto our spiffy garden cart. (Thanks to Kiki and Zan for introducing it to us.)



And it dumps! It also has a bed liner which comes in handy for hauling dirt.



Then it was my Sweetie's turn to dig a hole near the large oak in our backyard. Law of averages dictated that he would encounter a sizable root. With his trusty hatchet he triumphed. Plea to the oak, don't die.

Finally, it was the moment of truth. Was the hole large enough? Was the hole deep enough? Both of us agreed that we couldn't possibly lift it out if it didn't fit. Fortunately, it was close enough. A little shaving here and there on the sides of the hole and some judicious root pruning before it went in made it fit just right.



Everything has been watered in well and looks happy in their new locations.



This is where I want to spend lots of time tomorrow.