One by one, the root-bound spider plants relocated to the fence line. We jokingly refer to that area of the garden as the back-forty. It’s also where big, hairy spiders go, so they can do their garden business without scaring me on my daily rounds.
The back-forty is a transitional home for plants who’ve outgrown their pots but don’t currently have a good place to go. One of the potted spider plants sheltered a nest of mourning doves one year. Eventually the pot was too crowded for a nest or a plant. Time to visit the back-forty. Sometimes I empty a bit of soil left in a pot, and a forgotten bulb rolls out. I give it a toss into the mix and carry on with my gardening chores. It’s every plant for herself back there: find a place to put down your roots, or move over for the next plant. Since nothing that we’ve purposefully planted under the pine tree lives for very long, I’m hoping my stealth plan takes root.
Two spider plants and an asparagus fern have been up to the challenge so far. The acidic soil and shade agrees with them and they seem impervious to a steady shower of pine-needles. At the rate they are multiplying, the back-forty relocation plan is looking like a success. Gardeners know that hope springs eternal or perhaps it’s spring that brings eternal hope.