My New Toy!
Mar. 20th, 2011 06:41 pmSpring is slowly starting to tease me with its proximity, in a cruel and vicious fashion - looking out the window, the sky is bright and blue and sunny, and there are tulips and daffodils poking up in our garden; twice in the past few weeks the weather has been glorious and warm.... but it's not *quite* actually spring yet.
Right around now is when I start craving my garden in a serious way. The days are longer, the air smells more like life, and the wet and ick is the wet and ick of life instead of the wet and ick of bleak darkness. But it's futile to even think of planting anything until late May around here, and so it's too early now to even start planning. I treat garden planning like an advent calender - a way to slowly dole out the joy and anticipation and fun leading up to actual planting, and if I start too early it'll run out before actual gardening can start, just making me more impatient and frustrated.
But it's never too early to grow things indoors. And I have a grow light. So last weekend
umbran and I headed out to our local garden center to get some herb seedlings, figuring that if we started growing our herbs now, instead of in the end of May, it'd give us tasty food, lovely growing things, and a headstart on putting together a setup that we could use all year round.
Alas and alack, much to my surprise and disappointment, the garden store did not have any herb seedlings. However, they did have the best impulse-buy trap that it has ever been my delight to fall headfirst into. Even knowing that I was being targeted, caught, and manipulated, I was powerless to resist.
Right by the doors, where you couldn't enter or leave without walking through the display, they had set up their newest gimmick: Fairy Gardens. Stone bowls or distressed-wood boxes of varying sizes to hold a little indoor garden. Tiny dollhouse-sized wrought-iron benches and gazebos and birdbaths and statues. And, to grow in it, eensy-weensy three-inch-high flowers. Perfect little rosebushes smaller than the palm of your hand, tiny orchids and daisies and little yellow and white flowers that I don't even know what they are.
I'm usually not susceptible to impulse buys. I don't spend a lot of money on myself, and on the rare occasions that I do, I usually agonize over the decision for weeks before going ahead and splurging. Within ten minutes of stumbling across this setup I had spent.... okay, not a lot, it's just flowers and dirt, but more than I've spent on non-essential items for myself at one shot in a long, long time.
And now I have green, growing things in my house, to remind me that things are getting warmer and brighter every day. Tiny, adorable green growing things. And an overwhelming urge to go back and buy a bigger container, and maybe some daisies....
( Pictures, hidden, for those who might want to see.... )
Right around now is when I start craving my garden in a serious way. The days are longer, the air smells more like life, and the wet and ick is the wet and ick of life instead of the wet and ick of bleak darkness. But it's futile to even think of planting anything until late May around here, and so it's too early now to even start planning. I treat garden planning like an advent calender - a way to slowly dole out the joy and anticipation and fun leading up to actual planting, and if I start too early it'll run out before actual gardening can start, just making me more impatient and frustrated.
But it's never too early to grow things indoors. And I have a grow light. So last weekend
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Alas and alack, much to my surprise and disappointment, the garden store did not have any herb seedlings. However, they did have the best impulse-buy trap that it has ever been my delight to fall headfirst into. Even knowing that I was being targeted, caught, and manipulated, I was powerless to resist.
Right by the doors, where you couldn't enter or leave without walking through the display, they had set up their newest gimmick: Fairy Gardens. Stone bowls or distressed-wood boxes of varying sizes to hold a little indoor garden. Tiny dollhouse-sized wrought-iron benches and gazebos and birdbaths and statues. And, to grow in it, eensy-weensy three-inch-high flowers. Perfect little rosebushes smaller than the palm of your hand, tiny orchids and daisies and little yellow and white flowers that I don't even know what they are.
I'm usually not susceptible to impulse buys. I don't spend a lot of money on myself, and on the rare occasions that I do, I usually agonize over the decision for weeks before going ahead and splurging. Within ten minutes of stumbling across this setup I had spent.... okay, not a lot, it's just flowers and dirt, but more than I've spent on non-essential items for myself at one shot in a long, long time.
And now I have green, growing things in my house, to remind me that things are getting warmer and brighter every day. Tiny, adorable green growing things. And an overwhelming urge to go back and buy a bigger container, and maybe some daisies....
( Pictures, hidden, for those who might want to see.... )