According to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, transplant is a verb which means ” to remove from one place or context and settle or introduce elsewhere.” I spent part of this beautiful weekend taking tufts of ornamental grasses that had popped up in random places and transplanting them to a different part of the landscaping that was bare. Transplanting is done with care. I couldn’t just rip the grasses out of the ground plop them down in a hole and be done. I carefully made sure the roots were intact and put them in a bucket of water until I was ready to move on. Of course you need tools, my trowel, garden soil, water, etc. Most of all, needed a plan.
I don’t like my plants to be lonely. I made sure there was space for several groupings of ornamental grasses. Also I want to make sure they are in a good position to get the basic necessities to survive – water and sunlight. I want them to flourish not die. I want them to grow not shrivel up back into the ground. I want them to feel free in the wind and move and not feel constrained.
When people are transplanted it can be for a new job, a relationship, or just a fresh start. Moving of course takes much planning. Once in a final destination the transplanted person may have friends to help get established in the neighborhood or new town, most of the time not. When we moved to our new home in a different neighborhood, we knew of some families, but we were not “friends.” After getting moved and being secluded due to rain and temperatures close to 100 degrees many days last summer we finally started getting out on our front porch more and waving and meeting those who walk each night. We gave out our contact information for the neighborhood association. I learned of and was invited to a monthly woman’s group in the neighborhood. With a little encouragement from my husband I reluctantly went.
People are social beings. Even us introverts. All the women were genuinely kind. We shared stories of how long we all had lived in the neighborhood, kids, events in the neighborhood, and had a nice time. My roots at this time were slowly getting comfortable with the new soil. No one overshadowed anyone else – there are some individuals who are more social than me, but I still found comfort in knowing this is a wonderful place to live and raise my kids. Our deck and backyard is nice and private and our front porch we can be social – it is completely up to us. I am comfortable enough to allow my kids to go up the street without seeing them and encourage them to spread their wings and meet new friends too.
Having finished the first school year in our new home that is what it now is…home. I’m am caring for it by reusing existing plants, spreading them to other parts of our yard that are bare. I’m taking care to transplant these plants in a gentle and purposeful way. Anytime you see a transplant be welcoming be kind – do not thrust yourself or be overbearing. Most likely that person is already scared or overwhelmed. Figure out their comfort level and work to notice their interests to accommodate what they may might do to be at east.