Believe it or not, I had never visited Baker Nursery in Fargo until today. I have passed it a hundred times, but I never stopped in.
Today I stopped in for what I thought was going to be five minutes to look at a tree that Mike wanted me to look at. I emerged two hours later thinking to myself that I had just opened Pandora’s Box. I should not have gone in there – I can only do harm to my financial wellbeing in there. They have trees, shrubs, flowers, vegetables, gardening stuff, statuary, wind chimes, gifts, and Miracle Grow for heaven’s sake! It isn’t safe in there for my wallet.
All the plants flowers are lined up like a boutique with nice little display cards that tell you everything you need to know about them. They have variations of variations that I have never seen before in every conceivable color. I walked around the place in a happy fog – sighing repeatedly as I fell in love over and over again with one beautiful plant and flower variation after another. I think the employees likely thought me to be about as crazy as they come.
I could easily spend a week straight at Baker’s Nuresery just soaking it all in. I love plants. I have a longstanding love affair with flowers and trees. I am a fan of the magic that exists in a well-planned garden.
The irony in my love of all things growing is my decidely brown thumb. Despite how much I enjoy playing in the dirt and planting all kinds of beautiful things, I do not have a knack for gardening. When my plants and flowers thrive it is in spite of me, not because of me. If all they needed was pure unadulterated love they’d be fine with me. Unfortunately, they need other things like the right kind of soil, the right amount of water, certain amounts of sunlight, and specific spacing – gardening is a science.
I have a recurring dream in which I have a breathtaking garden that requires no tending. All I have to do is enjoy it – no weeding, no dead-heading, and no watering. Yes, as I said – a dream.
While wandering the aisles at Baker’s Nursery it occurred to me that I could visit there day-in and day-out and find new things to buy. This prompted me to ask the nice man who helped me with my tree whether employees received an employee discount. When I heard they did I rationalized that working at Baker’s Nursery for the summer would be a really sensible idea. Think of all the things I could buy with my employee discount!! I imagine after a couple of weeks I would run out of space in my yard to plant all my discounted items. I would probably have to buy a farmstead to accomodate my daily acquisitions. When I filled that up I would have to buy another…and another…and another. Pretty soon I would need a small country with a long growing season. Somewhere along the line I would have to get another job to buy all this planting-friendly property and before you know it I would be working too much to plant any of my beautiful employee-discounted finds.
I imagine it would be like that book, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie – one thing just leads to another thing and another thing, etc., etc. If I had an employee discount I would be like the mouse with the cookie.
Tis’ true…the employee discount is probably not the best idea I ever had. I will just have to reconcile myself to the fact that I can’t go back there unsupervised. The next time I’ll take Mike – he can push the cart around with all our plants on it. I wonder if we’ll need a truck to get that stuff home…perhaps we’ll need a trailer too. Should I have a greenhouse for them in the interim? Do you suppose I should hire some help for all the planting? Oh my, there I go again…someone slap me. 😉
Day one thousand and twenty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da