Saturday afternoon I went to the local garden center which, by the way, I prefer to think of as the flower orphanage. They are, after all, just group homes for flowers without parents. I mostly just needed to get out of the house so adopting new specimens was not part of the plan. But, as I blissfully wandered the aisles, my eyes fell upon a beautiful purple aster that begged me to bring it home. I couldn’t disappoint the little thing, plus it will look nice in the fall basket I have set aside for it. So I put one in my buggy.
On my way to the check-out, the baby chrysanthemums caught my attention so I stopped to chat with them for a bit. They were such pleasant company that I put four in my basket then told myself it’s time to leave.
Before I could make my escape, a group of once-pink echinaceas caught my eye. They were so thirsty they didn’t even wave their arms or shout to get my attention. Still, I could see the fullness of the beauty behind all the spotted leaves and blooms barely standing on their stems. What was I to do? Leave them to languish in that flower orphanage without anyone to nurse them back to health? It was, I felt, my civic duty to rescue these ailing flowers that worked so hard to make the flowers they still managed to hold. Now three pale pink echinaceas joined the flowers in my cart.
It was time to go, but now I needed more garden soil and compost. On the way to find those things, I locked eyes with the goldenrod and had no choice but to visit them. As we were chatting about the relative risks of wayward wasps and the generally menacing tone they had recently taken, it struck me that these perfectly designed specimens know exactly where they want to live. That’s how three glorious goldenrod plants made it onto my cart. In all fairness, they did most of the work. It’s a shame that these beauties are sometimes considered weeds
And now, with cart overflowing, I scurried to the compost aisle, loaded three bags and some soil onto the cart then, in facetious shame for my lack of will power, I made a beeline for the checkout lane lest the bundles of autumn red echinaceas talk me into bringing them home too. And so it is that this morning my garden family is just a little bit bigger than it was the day before, but smaller than it will be tomorrow perhaps. It was a good day.