My favorite pastime, wandering through garden centers in spring, perfection in each blooming plant, rows upon rows of stunning blossoms, green leaves, twigs and branches.
It’s easy to lose control, go in looking for geraniums, and end up with Gauria, or Goat’s beard when you finally exit. Something like going to the grocery store hungry, and ending up with a cart load of junk food instead of staples.
Nurseries know that it’s natural to want to buy beauty…why do you think I’d always put out flats of pretties at the front door, and lined the walkways with colorful shrubs just begging to be taken home by you?
It was my job, and I loved it.
I spoke the secret language of plant tags…the words carefully chosen to describe a pit bull sized annual, as a terrier, or a miniature poodle of a petunia as a Great Dane, those plastic tags slipped into the soil, or wrapped around branches, telling a story of what the plant will grow up to be, but so many times they’re inaccurate or misleading.
That’s why I usually make myself wait before buying, and do my research at home.
Because for me if the color described as pink, is coral, and I’m planning on a hot pink tone, or when mauve is more purple than pastel tinged white, then it just isn’t worth it.
Last spring my Mom and I wandered through the our local greenhouse, where she bought me a Gaillardia. Common name, blanket flower, it was blooming away on the bench, bright yellow and apricot tones of it’s daisy like flowers bursting like stars among a sky of perennials. That baby bloomed it’s heart out all summer until frost put it to sleep sometime in October. For our climate, that’s an amazing performance for a perennial, and I wanted more, badly.
They were sold out, I had to wait until this year.
Spring rolled around, and I told my husband “I’m just going to pop in here for a minute,” a lie we gardeners tell our beloved’s, and was thrilled to find out that my cute, hard working Gallardia, was available in new varieties, I picked up several 4 inch pots, knowing that I would love to see this colorful perennial sparkle in my garden.
Until it bloomed the other day.
It’s red, the bright garish red of ketchup, with mustard dipped tips…sure that’s beautiful, [to some people I’m sure] but it’s the wrong color for me. There it grows next to my Boomerang Lilac clashing with the deep purple fragrant blossoms. Kind of like a hot dog smothered in ketchup, along side a plate of sushi.
Next time I’ll take my own advice, and wait until I see blooms.
Jen @ The Light Laughed
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