Our first of April deep freeze, which came after most plants started leafing out, ended up killing a lot of my stuff, man. And by stuff I don’t mean my pot garden. By stuff I mean my pretty plants – spireas, hydrangeas, peonies, roses. This necessitated a restocking trip to Lowe’s yesterday, where I spent way too much money. The hydrangeas I bought 4 years ago, which died this year, had never bloomed. Leaves galores, but no pretty pink or blue flowers. I don’t know why, but I’m leaning towards blaming the plants for being faulty as opposed to blaming my lack of expertise.
Yesterday, a lady stopped me at Lowes to consult me on my hydrangea purchase because she was trying them for the first time. I know my hydrangea stuff – add aluminum to the soil for blue flowers, take it away for pink flowers. Flowers buds grow from the previous year’s canes. I know ALL about hydrangeas. After verbally exhausting my vast supply of knowledge I noticed that the lady wasn’t even listening anymore and I realized that I probably sounded like a person with Asperger’s who is fixated on hydrangeas. I ended the conversation by telling her that in spite of my vast knowledge, my hydrageas had never bloomed.
She was sure impressed. Oh yeah baby.
Anyway, $105.00 later, I brought all my stuff home. Now I have to plant all this crap. And to think I was just this close to buying into the global warming crisis. Thanks a lot Al Gore.