There is something very satisfying and almost therapeutic about pricking out seedlings. Super Husband rolls his eyes when he sees me with my little knife laboriously transferring the tiny seedlings into bigger pots - but I love it.
It gives me the opportunity to closely inspect each little plant and gently encourage it to grow and flourish... fulfilling it's own destiny while providing us with vegetables or flowers that bring us nutrition and joy.
"Pricking out" has become a ritual for me. I set myself up with a comfortable seat, a table that is just the right height, a container of potting mix right by my side and then just get into the zone of transferring those babies into their next home to grow and reach the point where they can be planted in the garden.
The two photo's below were taken several years apart. Two different spaces but just the same passion for those wee plants.