It seemed like a good idea at the time. The Piedmont Plant Festival was happening this weekend at the Greenville Farmers Market. Despite the crowds, I was looking forward to the interesting wares, and particularly one wonderful baker that shows up for this festival.
I had forgotten about the plants themselves and what that might mean – more yard work to plant them, after a long haul to get them to where we parked the truck. The good idea was looking less appealing.
It turned out that the plants and crowds were overwhelming for Laura, so none were purchased. We did find the baker, and bought some marvelous apple somethings and a loaf of foccaccia bread. There is also an excellent permenant fresh vegetable market inside, and we took advantage to buy some inexpensive tomatoes.
Back home, I didn’t escape the yardwork. I have never seen a neighborhood more obsessed with lawn care, so I joined the brigade along our street. We humans are never satisfied with our vegetation – we want some plants to thrive and others to die out, some to trim back and some to grow taller – a veritable plant bigotry. At least, after a full day of lawn mowing, hedge-trimming, plant-feeding madness, that’s how I felt. I think next weekend calls for some paddling.