For the 4th summer in a row I haven’t had a single flower in my backyard until August.
And I don’t imagine things will change next year.
What happens is, every spring I end up undertaking some ridiculously huge project in the backyard. Something along the lines of rebuilding my backyard or putting up a new fence or … building a chicken coop.
Obviously I’m not going to run out to the garden centres in May or June when my backyard is filled with power tools and the occasional dried up, dead plant rolling by like a tumbleweed.
So most years, I don’t end up buying my annual plants and flowers until late July or August.
The downside to this of course is the fact that I don’t have flowers in my backyard until August. The upside is, every flower I buy is so cheap, it’d give a $5 hooker a run for her money. By this time of year, garden centres are looking to practically give stuff away just to make room for something ridiculous like Christmas decorations. Or at the very least, potted mums.
The other advantage to getting your plants in August is they’re looking strong and healthy when everyone else’s are starting to fade. I won’t get sick of watering them for another couple of weeks, so I’m guaranteed to have a good lookin’ backyard for at least the next month or so. At which point, it’s almost time to start packing things up for the fall anyway. At which point I’ll go to the garden centre to buy mums and they’ll be sold out, or on the clearance rack in order to make room for the Easter decorations. It’s hard to keep up with the retail mentality.
Most years the annual trip to the garden centre takes place with a relative. Often my niece. Last year it was Betty.
Observe Betty on my annual trip to the garden centre last year …
Betty claims she’s still picking cedar out of her hair from last year so this year I enlisted the help of my sister Lisa. I did not show Lisa the picture of Betty from the previous year, so she agreed to go with me.
Observe Lisa on my annual trip to the garden centre this year …
I’m running out of relatives to trick into doing this. Basically I like company while picking out plants, but there isn’t actually any room left in my car for “said company” once I’m done my plant shopping. They inevitably end up with something large and potted on their lap.
In my sister’s case, it was a begonia.
A rather large … rather massive begonia. Why a begonia? Well …
This year’s trip to the garden centre was made especially easy due to the fact that I didn’t have to make a single decision. The only thing left in the whole garden centre were massive begonias and Boston Ferns. I normally break out the Boston Ferns in the summertime. You can’t go wrong with a Boston Fern, I always say. Actually I’ve never said that, but that’s the general sentiment I often think when I see them in magazines. So they were already on my list of things I wanted to buy.
Along with several other plants. Which were not to be had, because apparently they were already living in other people’s backyards. People who shopped for their plants, prior to the back to school commercials airing.
So Boston Ferns and red Begonias it was! Now I feel I should state that if given a choice, I never would have chosen red begonias for my backyard. Ever. In a million years.
Would not have picked them. Ever.
But now that they’re in place, I love them.
Besides, these mammoths were priced to clear at only $9.99 each. I bought several.
But the very best thing about the whole garden centre experience this year (aside from the fact that saved all kinds of money which I can now spend on cheese) was the fact that I discovered something about begonias.
You can use them as cut flowers! And quite successfully, I might add. I first added them to a mixed arrangement of garden flowers and then, seeing their potential, did an entire little, casual arrangement out of them all by their lone selves.
I love this little arrangement. It’s one of those “Hey cute little arrangement! You make me smile like a deranged person!” kindda things. So do yourself a favour and whip outside today and grab a few things from the garden and make your own charming little arrangement.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a backyard to enjoy. For precisely 10 minutes, before I have to start making dinner which may or may not contain cheese.