"You just need to stay at home," James told me in bed around 6:30 this morning. "You're sick." The thought was tempting. It really was. Especially with rain in the forecast. And oak pollen still had control of my head. But when a NATIVE PLANT SALE CALLS TO ME, I CANNOT SIT IDLE AND IGNORE ITS PLEA.
I just can't.
"I'll be fine," I replied. "I promise I won't whine."
"Much," I added.
So off we went the spring plant sale (members only today!) at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center in Austin, starting at 9 a.m. We got there by 8:20 a.m. and joined other fellow native diehards, who waited in a covered area because of the rain. Oh, yes, it rained rained rained. But we managed. Or should I say that I (me me me) managed. My devoted, sweet, loving, caring, WONDERFUL husband James pulled the wagon while I shopped shopped shopped.
Post to follow about what I bought/adopted.
P.S. At the sale, we ran into our new native plant friend Wilt Shaw of Boerne and his wife. Guess they heard The Call, too, this morning.
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You and James are like native plant postal service carriers. Neither rain, nor oak pollen....
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