Brad and Mindy May have doomed me to a life of penury. On Saturday after I had spent most of the morning at Baker's Acres, those rascals came to see me. Now, their coming to see me was not rascally, we had a lovely visit and Homesteader has decided she likes them, But after the visit they said they had found a great place to buy flowers--a place with the poetic name Groovy Plants Ranch. Hard to beat that name, eh? Well, I was sure they wouldn't have a thing I wanted since I had just been to the Baker's. Being a kind old man and enjoying my time with them, I decided to go along so I could shake my head in despair that such a place could rival my favorite haunt. But behold! the place is marvelous and worst of all, they have a completely--well, almost--different set of flowers. And to make matters even more despicable, they are like ten minutes from my house! I didn't even know they were there. I am doomed--two lovely nurseries with different sets of plants. Poor house here I come.
So now I sit waiting for May 15th with a billion flowers to plant once the frost fear is gone (did you know it's going to frost at least twice this week!) There were a couple of rich moments at The Acres today, though. A Baltimore Oriole on the hummingbird feeder. Now, that's a gorgeous bird! A couple of rose-breasted grosbeak were hanging around today as well. And I"m fairly certain I head the catbird. I love those shadows. And even better--the iris started to bloom today--five dwarf beauties. And--wait, wait,--the goldfish came back up--the little ones anyway. With the emergence of the water lilies they have a place to hide, and their courage has been bolstered.
All this to say, if you need a beauty walk--The Acres is the place to be despite the weeds. And if I'm not here, just check the poor house--the chubby old bald guy will have been bankrupted by flowers--I wonder how many years you get for loving beautiful things?
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