It's hard to be a gardener, it's even harder to be a gardener that works at a garden centre.And then you think, well maybe I can squeeze one more in...... and besides I know lots of people I can give the babies to.
There is always something new, and must have coming in. All the time.
With plants, you can tell yourself, OK, there is no more room, NO MORE ROOM! It's my mantra, especially when you see all the rows and rows of pristine, straight from the nursery and perfectly in bloom babies. The ones crying out to you to take them to a good loving home.
I spent the entire day, talking myself out of buying these pots. And then because I felt so virtuous, I bought something else instead.So it looks like I am going to have to sell a lot more cards, in order to buy all the things that I want. A lot more cards. There were these gorgeous new door mats that had just come in, wouldn't Bootsie love those. And these lovely wall baskets, we could all do with a bit of color, maybe some petunias spilling down from them. Insulated pots for my special babies that need more winter protection.
So you see, its hard to go to work, and not come home with armloads of goodies, and piles of plants. It's a tough job, but someones got to do it.