Sloth Wears Pajamas
With regard to gardeners’ sins, I would like to put in a good word for Sloth. In particular, I think that there is something to say for Pajama Gardening. Does everyone do it, or just the members of my extended family? I know that in England there is a Nude Gardening Day, but that is only one day per year. One can garden in some variation of pajamas almost any time of year, especially in the summer, when morning and birdsong begin early. What could be more pleasurable than wearing one’s nightie, carrying a cup of coffee and plucking the spent daylily flowers?
Watch for future posts…we have a lot to say about Sloth.
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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