Although the day is young, spring is in the air and Dayle is on a mission. Each year, her green thumb produces award-winning lawns fit for the pages of Better Homes and Gardens. I sense this year will be no exception as we enter the sun-filled nursery.
Trying to sound educated in horticultural matters, I chat about familiar plants nearby, but Dayle isn't listening. Solemn-faced, she studies an array of lush begonias--red, pink and white ones.
Almost reverently, she touches the velvety green leaves, noting each minute detail. Then, carefully, she places three flats of the sanctioned plants onto the waiting wagon.
Caladiums are next, sporting bounteous foliage with broad green margins and deeply veined ruby hearts. Dayle meticulously scrutinizes each plant before choosing.
The wagon is getting difficult, and we leave it behind in search of geraniums.
Gorgeous, grand blossoms nod in the sunlight as we approach, their brilliance breath-taking. A lone red one is promptly selected.
At the check-out register, Dayle inquires about mulch and potted ferns, decides on both, and pays the smiling clerk. I guard the wagon while she fetches the truck.
Within minutes, she returns, gingerly places her prized plants in the back, securing them for the ride home. The mulch is hoisted on board, and we head for the house and unload.
Noon arrives and the horticulturist pauses for lunch.
Thought for the Day: Today's discomfort cannot compare with tomorrow's reward.
Linking to Spiritual Sundays, a great place to spend Sunday afternoon.