If you are reading this blog, you all ready know that I am obsessed with plants.
Not the big-box garden center, common, cheap variety; but the expensive search-the-world-over kind.
My obsession sometimes leads to sinning, as in coveting someone else’s plants.
I am ashamed to admit this is true. Breaking a commandment over a plant.
(Yes, Gail K. I coveted your Edgeworthia.)
I have always wanted a paperbush shrub, but feared one would not survive in zone 7.
When I saw one blooming in a neighbor’s yard I almost ran off the road.
Thoughts of coming back late at night with a shovel crossed my mind.
Do they have a dog? Would the chickens squeal on me?
So I was thankful to find an Edgeworthia chrysantha at one of my go-to places for the strange and obscure.
It was dormant. It looked like a stick. There was no tag. I had to buy it on faith. Lots of faith.
Mr. Flower looked at the pot with the stick in it and the expensive price tag with a puzzled look.
“It’s on my LIST.” I said. “Gail has one…”
There is no arguing with a woman obsessed.
My new baby is sprouting leaves.
I hope these don’t end up being expensive snacks for our herd of deer.
But that’s another story. (Stay tuned)
P.S. Here is a picture of the bunnies. (Gail doesn’t have bunnies.)