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Just One More Adventure: Gardener’s Day Off
There are occasions when not being in my garden can be one of the best garden days ever.
Liz, my garden friend, arrived to give me a hand working in the garden. Plans had been made almost a month previously for this work day, but weather said otherwise. It rained the night before, fall had finally arrived temperature-wise and the winds simply refused to die down. It was one of those fit for neither man nor beast mornings to be crawling around in the garden. Liz was willing but I begged off being out there; I am not into being miserable to have fun.
So, I suggested an alternative plan. I put forth we spend the day garden center hopping and have lunch while out. I did not get the feeling that her agreeing with me was in the least reluctant. We wasted no time in getting on the road. After all, that sharp cold wind would be far less uncomfortable in garden centers.
At a four way stop in a small rural community we could not miss the traditional fall colors that called to us. There was an open shed surrounded table upon table filled to overflowing with color. There were plants on the ground as well as tables, and wagon loads of bright fall harvest colors. There were gourds of all shapes and colors, pumpkins of all sizes on display in white to bright waxy red and orange, and of course mums. All sizes of mums, special sales on multiple purchases and each was trimmed to perfection. Varieties of the blooms colors was a show stopper and pulled me into the sales office with four mums to go into trunk of my car. Once inside there apples, jams and jellies, the entire wallet trap. I left with Damson Plum preserves, apples for a cobbler I was going to make to celebrate fall, and the mums.
First stop was certainly a celebration of local fall color and tradition. All would have made a great American folk painting such as depicted by Grandma Moses on 1970’s psychedelics.
Just outside of the town of Ramsey, IN, about one to two miles from the produce stand was Adamson We-Gro Nursery & Garden Center, a nursery and garden center that I had not visited in years. Over that time they had almost doubled in size to about two acres. Also the inventory was as good as any much larger garden center. Now I wish I had been there in spring when their display areas were filled to overflowing with evergreens, trees and shrubs with perennials thrown in alongside new containers and all other garden needs. It truly was two acres of temptation.
The garden center manager turned out to be someone I knew from the past when I was in the nursery business and it was like old home week. We talked plants, we talked nursery business, and we did a touch of gossip along with their recent history. All the while walking the aisles and pausing to stare at another plant that had residence on my lust-list. I made an agreement to return with my lust-list and share with her and she would keep them in mind when ordering inventory next spring.
I suppose the minor gods were looking after me and saw that I was driving a compact car as opposed to a pickup truck. Liz became fascinated by a Hydrangea Twist and Shout in full bloom and foliage so big she could not get her arms around it. I have to admit it was a beauty and a strong temptation, but I had dwarf shrubs on the mind. She also picked up one of the largest and healthiest Tassel ferns I have seen in a container. Both at very reasonable prices and a discount at the register.
I had not purchased a conifer of size in years and there stood a half dozen in perfection. You know the rest of the story from there. Yes, I did purchase a Cryptomeria Black Dragon that stood about six feet in height and very full with its fall cones on display. No way to get it into the car with Liz’s purchases so I have to go back to pick it up, and already I am remembering a couple more conifers I saw while there. I did place one of those amazingly large and full Polystichum polyblepharum fern……….. in the trunk.
Liz got to pick where we were to have lunch. We made a quick stop for at Lunch Chick-Fill-A, took a window seat in the sun and relived out morning conquer of garden centers and told each other of our justifications for making purchases.
Lunch and conversations was great, but sitting in the sun, warming up with a full tummies was not our smartest move. It was a bit like having lunch and then going to the grocery store. We went to another large garden center but our hearts were not really into it. We were full for the day and it was an hour’s drive back to my place and she had another hour’s drive to get home. There was one more nursery on the list, but it would have to wait for another time as the day was over.
Day Plus One
I “just happened” to be on an errand the next day and passed the small garden center Liz and I passed over the day before. Well, I could hardly drive by without stopping and, as it turns out, the stop was arranged by higher powers. As soon as I walked into the display area there was the dwarf butterfly bush I was seeking. Only one left, the named cultivar, Low and Behold Blue Chip to become a companion to the other two in the series already in my garden. It was in bloom, at a reasonable price, and then in my trunk.
And, there you have it. Not one, but two days in a row, of gardening without going near my garden.