Transplanting my seedlings.

I'm not an avid gardener, in fact my six homely houseplants and a tired looking pot of geraniums are the sad examples of my struggling 'green thumb', but I do have a basic common sense understanding of the art of transplanting.  Be gentle, water often and be prepared for some wilting due to shock.  

Life here on 68 Pleasant St. is quite pleasant.  A larger space for living and playing, a sweet side yard shaded by apple trees to laze about in, and a library, school, and ice cream parlor all within walking distance of our front door.  We fall asleep to the sound of fog horns and train whistles, very comforting.  

Despite all of the benefits of our new home my little seedlings have moments of droopiness.  The school that Greta now attends is quite a bit bigger than her last, and the dynamic is somewhat more sophisticated.  She feels lonely and lost sometimes and as a parent I struggle with what is within my control to fix, and when it's best to just sit and listen.  

So I have been doing a fair amount of watering them (cooking healthy meals, taking long walks, reading endless books, playing in the dirt), and trying to find the balance between being gentle and encouraging, and busy and productive.  I know for certain that unpacking boxes is less important than being present with them through this transition.  Grow strong roots little ones.