After going through closets, cabinets and shelves, and donating quite a bit to charity, it was time to part with more plants. Although I sold my container vegetable garden, I still had quite a few potted plants on my balcony and in the breezeway just outside the front door of my condo. I knew they had to go, and I don’t mean to Hawaii . That was definitely not going to happen. Moving from one state where agriculture is a significant factor in the economy to another where it ranks number two, just behind tourism, I knew that bringing live plants, especially those which had been grown in a home garden, would not be allowed. But, I knew exactly what to do.
I waited until a fairly sunny Thursday afternoon and went outside with my camera. I snapped a few shots, made a collage on my computer and hit print. I wrote “Moving Sale”, “Come Make an Offer” and my unit number on the four flyers. I posted one on the bulletin board in each of the three laundry rooms in my building, and one on the bulletin board in the mailbox lobby.
I knew the building would be full of people on the weekend, so the chance that someone would see the flyers would be pretty high. I didn’t realize how much my neighbors enjoyed my gardening. Three separate families made offers. Two were disappointed. I accepted the first offer I received. On Saturday morning the family who made the first offer came to my door with cash and two hand trucks. Within minutes, my lovely potted plants had a new home, and I had one more task crossed off my “to do” list.
Until next time,
