On a cold, dark day last November I bought an antique wheelbarrow at a small sale here in Salem. A case of love at first sight.
that is so well done it holds water. We had to keep dumping rain water out of it all winter. I saw neighbor cats drinking from it more than once. My intent was to plant it with a festive medley of flowers for the summer.
We moved the barrow the other day, still empty, to the part of the front yard we call Middle Earth, which is very much a work in progress.
And on Monday the hubs and I headed off to a wonderful nursery not far out of town to get just the right mix of plants.
We looked and looked. Created little collections of plants to see how they’d look together. Moved 4 inch pots about and brought in others. And then I had a brainstorm.
This nursery has beautiful hanging baskets in full bloom. And their prices are better than I’ve seen elsewhere – less than $20 for a 10 inch pot full of a mass of blooms. I totted up the prices of the collection of baby plants we were considering, and when the total was several dollars higher than the lush blooming beauties in the 10 inch pots, our strategy changed and we went looking for some ready-made beauty.
It was a surprise to me when I fell hard for a red geranium. Really, really red. And big.
Talk about instant gratification. Wherever you are in the front garden, there’s this major pop of color at its heart.I hope some kind of buy-this-now monster will not take over my normally frugal ways. Nah. It won’t. But maybe we all need a refined jolt of instant gratification from time to time.