Ficus goes to camp 2020

Since the weather seems finally to have left the frost zone, and there will be rain later this week, yesterday seemed like a good time to haul, drag, rassle, heave, the eight foot 45 year old ficus out to her summer quarters. I first got her as a little thing, sat her on the back seat of my very small car to come home. And now she towers over me.

She seemed heavier than last year. Well, she's taller. And I'm a year older. So there's that. She can tolerate sun better than the others who stay indoors. The spot she's in gets half a day dappled sun, then shade, which has worked for her for years.

Here she's waving to her indoor friends. See her, by the fence? The living room feels twice as big now.  Outside she'll put roots through the base of the pot, and develop healthy new growth. In fall I'll have to cut her free to bring her in, and she'll do well for several  months, until she starts demanding outside again. Meanwhile the birds instantly start perching on her, and the wind and rain will groom her foliage.  It feels right.