Few places in the world inspire me as dangerously as garden nurseries. The reality of my actual skill level is irrelevant here. Somehow it is magically washed away at the door and I feel as though anything is possible.
There have been more than a couple of occasions that I wandered into a garden center and wandered out with considerably less money and a lot of planting to do.
The problem with me and gardening is that I love it, but I am not a green thumbed person. My mother can grow anything. Seriously. Anything. Last summer, she had banana trees bearing fruit in Arkansas. She carted the huge monster plants from patio to living room during the cold months for a good few years, endured us picking on her for the way her house looked like a jungle in the winter and then stunned us all when they actually started making bananas. In Arkansas! When she approaches the clearance plant rack of a garden center, it's like you can almost hear the little plants rejoicing that their savior has come at last.
I, on the other hand, did not inherit this talent. I love plants and appreciate them. But let's just say, when I approach the clearance rack the plants droop a little more and know that I'm carting them off to hospice, aka my house, where they will surely die.
Despite this unfortunate fact, I keep buying plants every year and learning what I can. I can grow basil now. And hostas. And pothos (except I don't think pothos counts, I think my dog could grow pothos.) And I had a good long run with a Peace Lily I affectionately called Hubert, but he succumbed after a forgetful night left out in a freak late freeze. I haven't yet succeeded in keeping a hydrangea or an orchid alive but I've got goals and one of these days I'll see one to maturity. You'll see.
This has been a busy spring with Tobias joining our family, so though I've been anxious to go plant shopping, today was my first trip to the nursery. We will soon be undertaking "Operation Ugly Beds and Empty Pots" so I was mostly gathering ideas. Plus, it's just fun to look at all the lovely things.
Though I may not be a natural born gardener, I am quite good at nurturing imaginations. Here's Asher winding up in his Sonic the hedgehog stance.