It is April 22nd, and it's snowing. Again. I don't care if we are forecasted for as much as four inches of snow tonight, I put my parka in the winter storage closet on Saturday, and it's not coming out again until autumn. Period. Especially since we are also forecasted for 74 degrees on this coming Saturday. As you might well imagine, the gardeners in Minnesota are getting really antsy. Even I, grower of the worlds largest heirloom free-range dandelions (all organic, of course), am getting mighty anxious to at least play in the dirt.
A handful of gardeners (and me) from our local garden club got to spend a few hours in semi-paradise on Saturday. Pearson Greenhouse in Jordan, MN, let us come in and plant up our flower pots and hanging baskets. Andrew says he's never done this before, and was a little hesitant, but Dan, the garden club's self-proclaimed curmudgeon, somehow sweet talked him into it.
|Garden club members browsing Pearson Greenhouse. This is maybe about a fifth of the big greenhouse, and there were several smaller hoop houses behind it.|
|My (365 Being bookazine) business partner and her husband joined the garden club recently. Cat really loves beautiful gardens, and Steve really loves gardening, so I guess they're a match made in heaven.|
|Dan, the curmudgeon, who is usually on the other side of a camera at garden club meetings.|
|Beth (right) whose cats once starred in a blog post (Zen and the Art of Cat Herding click to read, if you like stories wherin the cats humiliate the human), gets some help choosing plants.|
|Andrew Pearson, a gardener's best friend.|
|We got to belly up to the potting bench and play in the dirt.|