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Friday, May 7, 2021

Procrastination, Eventually

 I can’t remember what my opening sentence was going to be about because instead of typing it, I got up and got a handful of peanut butter M&Ms. Buy the time I got back to the keyboard the idea I had had melted away...the chocolate of ideas melts in your brain... if you don’t have words in your hand-- worth two in the bush? Brain? ---strike that. That’s lame. Let me try again.

Every week I intend to write my column in a timely manner. “Timely” often ends up being one of those “eye of the beholder” flexible words; it means different things to different people. I have yet to decide on a final definition. Procrastinating on defining “timely”—classic Sue!


I’m also procrastinating in other areas. I’m rather embarrassed to admit that here we are, up to our eyeballs in April, and I have only purchased two—that’s right T-W-O—flowers. Usually, by the end of April, I have a couple of boxes full of tender blooms sheltering on my porch, waiting for the last of the frost to move on so I can safely plant them in my pots and baskets and beds. Two flowers—nemesia “Babycakes’; three tomato plants, two sweet peppers, one Poblano pepper, and fistful of seed packets for my straw bales comprises the totality of my plant purchases for 2021.


Sigh. I think I have Spring Fever. I can’t seem to settle on a task for long without wandering outside—between rain showers—and looking at all the growing things. It’s an on-going argument with myself not to hop in the car and go on an epic nursery tour...First I’ll stop at DeGoedes and wander thru the green houses, then on to Bennie’s Gardens in Chehalis/Napavine. Perhaps a quick stop at Adna Floral, before hitting up Sun Birds garden department...Any hardware store, 4H plant sale, or garden club I pass on the way by is also fair game. Please, take my money-- I must have all the pretties.

If my travels take me south, I’ll swing in to Tsugawa Nursery in Woodland. North, and I’ll find my way to Windmill Gardens in Sumner. But why go home yet—I’m this close to Flower World in Maltby, might as well keep on going. If you don’t know where Maltby is I’ll bet your Siri does. Ask her, she’s quite the enabler and Flower World is worth “getting around to.”

 Eventually.

Friday, June 19, 2020

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...