Every one believes in some thing- like Jeebus- that is bigger than them. Some thing unquestionable that you know just is. Mine is nature. Now before you go thinking I’m some granola crunchin’, smelly, tree hugging hippie I am not. I wear much better shoes! I love to garden and this weekend Nature offered up an exceptional 75 degree sunny Saturday so I set off to Home Depot to grab my favorite winter flower; the red Cyclamen. I was only going to get enough for the two planters on our front porch because they are a spendy $3 a pot. That may not seem like much but with 5 plants per pot I have to budget $30 just for plants and then have room for soil and mulch. It’s worth the $60 splurge to add a vibrant pot of red to wish me well on the way out and welcome me home after a day of ducking insults at work. Plus, I snapped up five cans of glossy black spray paint for the new patio set that The Man hunted all over New Town to find for me. We wanted the perfect vintage set and it took months to find but he did it. Only problem is – it’s green. Not for long!
When I walked into Home Depot I started to panic because all I saw were purple and yellow Pansies. Ick! Then a caught a glimpse of vibrant red. And there peaking around the Pansies was one solid , 5 tiered rack of red Cyclamens! Score! The garden dude asked me what I was looking for and I told him I just spotted them. So he says how many do you need? And I tell him my plans for the 10 I need for my planters. He proceeds to make me a deal I can not resist because they needed room for Christmas trees.
“I will give you that entire rack for $20”.
WTF! All for twenty dollars? Really?
“Really? That entire rack …that’s like 200 plants for two- zero dollars?”
So we load them in my truck and they barely fit. I sing on the way home and give every one the “I am fucking winning today ” look!
I arrive home and tell the neighbor and The Man about my epic deal then get down to the business of replacing the color that the Summer flowers and blooming trees took with them to hibernation. I love to garden- it’s my church of sorts. Just me, the dirt, the flowers and a stray dog and cat or two. No talking or music- just a rustle of leaves in the Fall breeze. No cussing (* unless I scratch myself or grab a surprise handful of cat poop).