I went over to their old condo today. Here is the end result:
Two camellia bushes – really, one should be called a tree, as it is probably 10’ tall, and the other is 8’ – are sitting in front of our house in enormous pots next to the rhododendrons.
An iron plant rack from their patio is also along side the walkway leading to the front door. I lashed this rack to the top of my car, then unlashed it at home and set it into place. I have on that rack all my mother’s herb pots – sage, rosemary, and thyme (parsley left behind) on the lower tier; the upper tier has ferns and viney plants. Some of these were re-potted before they were moved.
My mother’s herbs gave me another wave of feeling of loss. My mother has always had little pots of home-grown herbs. It’s why I have oregano, mint, and parsley growing in my yard now, why I grow basil every year. I’ve had sage, rosemary, and thyme in the past, but they’re only semi-hardy and they’ve died off. I am very happy to have these pots of herbs now. But for her to leave her herbs behind is a real statement of her no longer really cooking any more. I took them, I acknowledge her influence on me, on my own cooking, and I don’t know, just want to recognize all those great meals she made for so many years with those wonderful herbs.
A large chrysanthemum was in a wooden planter that had completely rotted. I transplanted the mum into another large pot, which is also by the walkway in front of our house.
I put away in our garage many buckets, a watering can, a set of clippers from their place.
Two large garbage bags are in my parents’ condo’s garbage room, filled with items like broken pottery, empty plastic pots, the remains of the rotten planter, and other patio refuse.
My parents’ patio furniture is currently sitting on the back patio of my friend Geoff. He got the furniture in exchange for moving the camellia bushes in his large utility van.
My parents’ patio still has my grandmother’s bird bath, which I love dearly and would take in a trice, except we have a cat and I don’t want to attract birds to our yard. It also has another enormous tree-like plant that I just left sitting there. Also many additional pots of plants that I didn’t take, including a large and attractive ivy. If you like ivy. Which I don’t. So I just left it there. Also I left the hostas. They would have required repotting to move, and I don’t like hostas enough to make the effort.
Also still there on the patio – leaves, dirt – I just didn’t have the wherewithal to sweep it all up and deal with it. I think my parents should hire someone to do that. Also their hoses, and hose coiler thing.
After getting everything off of their patio and arranged where it needed to go, I came home. I took a hot bath, and set a Lush bath bomb in it. I rinsed my hair, then applied a fancy clay facial to my face. After the bath, I worked some rose-scented body butter into my hands that were roughened from working with all these plants in the cold.