Today I went to the plant store.
I have been to the plant store three days in a row this week.
Plant Store Lady is getting to know me now.
“I’m back!” I say as I pass Plant Lady on my way into the rows of plants.
She smiles and asks, “Did you get all your plants from yesterday put in?”
“YES!” I say. “I put them in right away!”
I am very excited about my new planting habit.
I am pretty sure Plant Lady remembers me since it was a torrential downpour yesterday and I was the only plant shopper in the whole place. Son was with me but he did not want to get out of the car.
“Come on!” I say.
“No.” he says. “There’s only one umbrella. I will get drenched.”
I hate umbrellas. Did I ever tell you this? When I lived in Brooklyn I would never carry a stupid umbrella. Now that I live here I have been somehow made to carry an umbrella.
I get out. Ok, I get THE UMBRELLA.
Are you thinking of that song right now? Because I just did.
I open THE UMBRELLA and go traipsing through the aisles plants to the place where the SHADE plants are. I see Ferns, Ginger and Hostas and Heuchera. I pick out the best ones and bring them over to the PAY place.
Plant Lady rings me up and calls Plant Guy to come carry the plants to my car in the pouring rain. Plant Lady apologizes to Plant Guy right in front of me for making him go out in the rain.
“Sorry.” I say, since now I feel like the obnoxious plant shopper.
She smiles.
By the time I get home it has stopped raining! I put all the plants in. I look over at the other side of the yard. It seems suddenly barren.
“We have to get more plants.” I say.
“Ok mom.” son says.
He doesn’t care since he is leaving to go on the bus back to Brooklyn soon.
I text Philly: We have to get more plants.
He texts: Ok.
Today comes and I here I am picking out more plants. This time, Plant Lady is helping me pick out plants. I tell her, “This is my new favorite place!”
Then I tell her, “We just cut down a bunch of trees, so now we can grow stuff!”
When I look at her face I can tell I have aid the wrong thing to Plant Lady. I should not have mentioned the killing of trees. She is, after all, PLANT LADY.
“The trees we splitting. And some were really gangly.” I say, trying to soften the tree-killer vibe.
I can tell she is not buying it.
I bet I am going to get charged the tree-killer rate now.
God!
I hang my tree-killing head and pay for my plants.
I think: I really am a nice person you know.
And I really like my new plants.
Yes I do.