Growing houseplants (or fruit trees, in this case) is a labor of guilt. At least it is for me.
So often I want to give up on them, since only the pomegranate has produced fruit in the five years we’ve had them.
It’s around springtime that I think it’s time to let them go; start fresh with something that will do what it’s supposed to do.
But every year, I repot, breaking off the old soil from the roots and replacing it with the nutrient-rich.
One more year, why not?
At least I have good, yet trouble-prone, company while I decide if the plants will receive a thumbs up or a thumbs down this year.
Before I go, I wanted to mention we’ve been doing some shed hunting these past few weeks and thought I would share a not-so-old post if you’d like to see what that all entails.