I just replanted most of my potted plants. When I turned over some they were entirely root bound, the pot was basically filled with just one tangled root. Others barely extended an inch under the surface, hardly needing any space at all. I don’t know enough about plants to tell the difference until I get my hands dirty.
I’ve twice bought a giant bag of potting soil and left it out in the sauna/shed behind my duplex, only to have it disappear. I gave up and just used fresh compost from my kitchen scrap pile this time to supplement the dirt already in the pots. One of the biggest plants now has multiple little volunteers sprouting beside it.
I feel like there’s a lot of metaphors resting just below the surface here. Somewhere mingled with my decomposing avocado scraps.