Gluttony

You know that feeling, deep in your belly, when you walk into a plant nursery?

It tingles and it commands action…quick and a lot of it. Right? 

Well, I’ve got it bad.

I have to have that little red Echinacea…it’s calling to me…really, three (3) or five (5) would be better….isn’t that the rule: odd numbers?…well, maybe seven (7.)

If there really is no reason for another Echinacea, how about that Cimicifuga? Five (5) of those would fit. 

And that adorable Sedum, just one of those. But, I’ll need  a small pot for it.

Luckily, I have found that there is a limit to my gluttony—that’s when my car is topped up with plants. The scent of the  flowers, leaves and bark, the moisture in the air, and the oxygen filling my lungs. That’s satisfaction…I hope you have it, too.

–The Plant Glutton Has Spoken

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