A few weeks ago, I transplanted one of my patio plants called “ZZ” (Zamioculcas zamiifolia) which has been “growing like a weed” and getting totally out of control in size and shape. As I researched how to separate and transplant it into 2 pots, I discovered that according to the online “care instructions” my plant should not have thrived like it did. The first thing I did wrong is to water my plants weekly and much to my surprise, according to the instructions, it should only be watered once a month. Secondly, my patio faces the south therefore it has direct sunlight every day of the year with very little shade. Apparently that is not the correct environment for growing this type of plant either. Maybe if I had followed the proper instructions, I would not have had to transplant the darn thing. Be that as it may, it certainly was a bugger to separate into two because of the extensive root system. After a lot of grunting, pulling and threatening to cut it with a knife, I managed to get it separated into two plants and then potted with fresh soil. After giving them a good shot of water, the waiting begins to see how they will react to the transplant trauma of being separated and transplanted.
I am standing on a precipice,
looking out over the vague gray rolling fog.
The world below is hidden from my eyes.
The rock on which I stand is secure and strong.
The blanket mist is soft and limitless.
The distant light warms me.
The sky above is azure and bright.
The glow of the light reflects its brilliance overhead.
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