Field Notes

Yesterday I got a call from a co-worker (Hi Haze!) asking me where I filed this week’s Garden Gate because she couldn’t find it.

Uh, well....

It’s because I forgot, uh I’m lazy, er-- I’m too busy playing with my grandkids over the weekend, I’m babysitting, I’m shopping for plants, BUY ALL THE PLANTS, “It’s because I’m doing field research,” I told her. “I’ve been out doing extensive field research on local nurseries. And as soon as I get home and review my ‘field notes’,  I’ll write up my Garden Gate and send it right along.”

Because Haze is a nice person, she laughed and pretended to believe me. Or, maybe she pretended to laugh, and actually believed me; either way-- as I’ve said-- nice.

It’s true I did have a busy weekend, and a short stint Monday morning of Essential Work/Babysitting Aiden. It is also true that I may have stopped at every nursery on the way home. It is also true that I may have purchased new plants. It’s really not my fault.

When even the neighbors dog is judging you...

I mean—I know I don’t technically need any plants—but I didn’t have a petunia in that particular shade. Then of course I had to buy some companion plants for it because I can’t just put it in a pot all by its lonesome, now can I. Note to self: buy more pots.

Then there was the beautiful patio rose called “Mango Veranda” in the most glorious shades of, well, mango, and HOW COULD I NOT?!

It’s not my fault that DeGoedes is on my route home. It is also not my fault that they have excellent prices, and healthy plants, and oh my gosh would you look at how cool---

Anyway, I maxed out my car’s capacity, and I have a bunch of plants to plant, and if you think I’m going to review my “field notes”—AKA credit card receipts—you have another think coming. NEVER LEAVE A PAPER TRAIL is my mantra. So if you’ll excuse me, the dirt is calling my name...