or perhaps vigor with no outlet. Perhaps all revved up with no place to go.
In this case we have the resolution of the matter of Box 17, which spent a week in limbo, unclear as to whether it would take up local residence as a plant pot or would have to take its chances in the great big world. Long story short, the local authorities issued a variance in the grand design, and so it was deployed.
The main focus of this post though is on the captive plants, those that reach a point where their captivity is much at odds with their instinctual drives. Plants want to grow. The palm tree here had pushed up the soil in its previous pot easily four inches above the brim. Transplanting it I could see how. These are the roots I pruned off.
What a tremendous amount of vigor in that root system.
I’ve never done any root pruning before and I hope not to again. I can see it in the context of having a plant that grew mal-adaptive roots because of unnatural constraints, as here. I hope not to put plants in that position. The current placement of that palm tree in Box 17 could well keep it satisfied for five to seven years. I can note on my list of accomplishments that I temporarily removed one invisible stress. How I would like rather to say that I had fundamentally aligned vigor with opportunity. Maybe to small extent, but it does make one think.
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