Today is the annual garden sale, downtown in my little town. The streets are closed and filled with vendors, food trucks, and happy people. It is a well attended and much anticipated event.
Like this year, it always seems to be hot and sunny. In my mind it is too hot and sunny to be milling about with a close crowd of people pulling small wagons behind.
We always buy something, but for some reason the plants we have purchased at this large community sale have never flourished. In fact, they usually die. Why? I don't know. We have lots of plants purchased over the last 11 years from local nurseries that are doing great, but we usually put them in the ground in February or March. Maybe the plant sale plants would transplant better if they stage the sale at the beginning of March, when it is a bit cooler? It has been in the high 80s, even 90 degrees F the other day. I probably have a wrong-headed northern gardening mentality, but it seems too hot to plant.
This sale used to be fun, and we looked forward to it every year. My husband wants to go later today, but I am dreading it. So much effort for so little return.
Am I depressed because of the political situation, or am I just getting old? I wonder.
UPDATE: I just got back from the sale. It was fun after all. Biked down there and back, and now I feel like I'm on top of the world.
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| Here's a gorgeous shrimp plant we bought the first year we went to the sale. It died off within a few months. That's when I realized I didn't know what the hell I was doing, gardening down here. |
