Fifteen hours later, we arrived at our new house completely exhausted. But we weren't done yet! We had pets and plants to unload. With new neighbors enjoying the show, we tried in vain to back up a 24 -foot moving truck into our one car driveway in the suburban darkness. No way, wasn't gonna happen! We gave up and pulled it in, unloading necessities, birds, dogs and plants. Once everyone was safe inside, we left the rest for the next day.
The following day, I took the lids off the plant bins. They didn't appear any worse for wear, but I was still very concerned by the amount of condensation on the bags. I could barely see plants inside, and worse yet, I could see hit or miss spots of rotted leaves clinging to the baggies! I was desperately hoping I wouldn't open them to find mush. We were so busy, I didn't get the plants out of the bags for probably at least five more days. In the meantime, I found the fluorescent bulbs, which were surprisingly still in tact.
I assembled two of the flora-carts, which in and of itself is a major task. At least, it is for me! I had to weed through an entire garage of boxes to find the one with plant trays (another major task!) Then I got a helper - Aaron, my stepson - to record all the plants as they came out of baggies. He's never been too interested in my plants, so it was somewhat of a fun afternoon with me reading out some of the names (Rob's Suicidal Squirrel, for example) and Aaron laughing about them. But, you are wondering how they fared, aren't you? You'll have to wait a little longer...