a color story: new soil, different hostas?

Lower branches of the pine tree pruned out at the driveway island garden bed. I saw a new "canvas" on the black mulch filled ground. After gulping down a cup of ice cold water, I planned out the next Hosta division. I knew that weeds would come out again - more apparent in the layer of woodchips - even with the resistance of mulch. I was in the crossroad of weed picking or lush ornamental potential. Of course, the latter met my visual aesthetic needs. 

With my Japanese gardening knife bought from Amazon, I dug holes with a circular arm motion - an optimal technique for creating the ideal potting hole. This circular motion was an evolution of various digging techniques I tried out. I recalled first trying out a stabbing digging motion but it wasn't a motion I wanted to get familiar with - let alone a motion that looked neighborly. Maybe I should referred to it as the gardening tool; violence and gardening alluded to a historical context. Like taking advantage of a skate's edge with turns, I optimized the gardening's tools edge with the circular motion. Although it wasn't sharp as a cooking knife, it did the job going through the small roots in the soil. One side of the Japanese gardening tool even had sharp teeth for cutting through thicker roots. 

With my right hand, I rotated the gardening tool clockwise. Usually, it would take two rotative motion to create the full circle. But, in the case with the mulched soil, it took one. The moisture in the soil had a buttery note in texture. Huh. This soil saved me an extra step. How nice of it...

For some odd reason, I decided to cut large division of the Hostas. Maybe it was me learning from my previous mistake - I didn't want the Hostas to be in the same frame of mind as weeds. With their skimpy foliage, weeds weren't able to clump in the lush way. I knew, however, that was too much of a convenient excuse. The previous gardening mistake occurred only a hour earlier. Could the soil's dark rich moist features be feeding into my Hosta cutting division? Respecting the soil alluded to respecting a healthier plant division? 

Note, I was in my estimated 250th division of these hardy ornamental plants. How deep of a rabbit hole did I enter?

Dug a hole, added fertilized water, transplant a bundle of Hostas, patted down with 3 in 1 soil, found another spot equidistant to neighboring Hostas. Repeat. This pattern left my body in the flow of things but my mind travelled a different vehicle, the void. I enjoyed this conceptual place free of all thoughts, ego, and other philosophical debates. I zoned out in the void's gentle attitude and it could take place in the white feather stripes of the Hostas foliage. Sometimes it took place in the interaction between the green foliage and the rich brown soil. I'd summarized the highlighted activity with these impressions (pictured). 

40 Hosta division occurred under this island pine tree project. I took a step back and enjoyed a better arrangement of the recently divided ornaments. My self-acclaiming comments brought back the ego-centric energy. The visual appeal was the trophy. For a repetitive activity, I didn't feel an emptiness that usually lingers on the day. It could be the sore muscles filling up that thought. 

I turned to another garden bed without water replenishment...