Friends

Imagine you have ten large brand new pots, filled with rich, black, organic, moisture control potting soil. These pots---along with all the pots you usually plant--- are just crying out to be planted, “Plant met! Plant me!” You can hear it in your sleep.

You also have ten million, four hundred and eighty seven bedding plants (Give or take a couple. You gave away five to a friend. Perhaps as a bribe for future help, perhaps because you’re super generous, perhaps because you have 128 of the same variety and five less isn’t going to hurt, perhaps all of the above.) Anyway. You have ten million, four hundred and eighty TWO bedding plants, ten new pots and four “old” pots that need to be brought together in a glorious union of pots and plants. Ten million etc., etc., divided by fourteen (carry your one people!) means you’re still going to have left over plants. LOTS of left over plants, stuffed in teeny, tiny little nursery plugs, that are in desperate need to stretch their roots---whatcha gonna do?

Your really cool friends will ride a motorcycle over to help

Take shameless advantage of your friends, of course. The same friends you lured over with the promise of iced tea--- if you were REALLY thinking ahead you could have enlisted their help in emptying the beer cans that are filling the bottom of your pots, instead of scrounging through the garbage like a demented recycler---but no worries, tea will work just as well for a bribe.

Do your best Tom Sawyer white-washing the fence move and make potting up the remaining 10 million plants into larger pots look like The Most Fun Ever. Your friends won’t be able to resist and will beg to help. (Don’t make them pay for the pleasure. No reason to be a greedy Tom.) They will form an efficient assembly line of plant re-potting and you are now free to go scrounge around for more 4” pots. 

Or take a nap. Whichever.