|Indigo bunting on feeder, has nothing to do with|
today's post, but isn't he pretty?
Later that night my garden group met, always a late night with decadent desserts, so it was late when I finally got to bed.
Friday morning started bright and early with another trip with Ms M to the Twin Cities this time in search of more...yup...more plants. We spent an hour trying to find our friend who is in a nursing home in Rochester, with both our GPS's up and running for guidance. It appeared my Maggie Magellan did not like her Miss Garmon and there was quite a fight on the dashboard. Since Maggie was being rude, she was unceremoniously stuffed back into her travel bag and Miss Garmon guided us the rest of the day. Sorry Maggie.
|Rose breasted gross beak|
Our plant shopping has been somewhat disappointing this year, very few unusual plants being found for sale and quantities are down. I'm guessing that due to the economy right now garden centers are trying to stay alive and only going with the more common varieties. Oh well, it gives me something to chase after next year.
On our last stop Miss Garmon had some fun with us and took us over, around and through some strange county roads we'd never seen before and hope to never see again.
Holy cow! What was that!?! I was not able to swerve to avoid it. A woodchuck had run directly in front of me! Luckily he had good timing and managed to avoid the tires and sped off unharmed, but it was scary. On one of our trips to photograph round barns I had a similar close call with a suicidal turkey. So far I've managed to avoid hitting anything, but it got me thinking. To make as much room as possible for plants I had removed everything, including my little tool kit I carry in the car. I explained to Miss M that it would torture me to hit something and have it not dead, but suffering on my account, and I would not be able to end it's misery in any way. Then I mumbled 'I need to keep a hammer in the glove box... in case I need to kill something' and she glanced out of the corner of her eyes and inched a little closer to her door. I wonder what made her so nervous?
|bloodroot leaves with dew|
|Campanula Miss M gave me because it turned out too purple|
We got to her house at 8:30pm and unloaded her plants and I went home and left my new friends in the car until the next day.
Long Live the Queen of Plants