As I noted on Saturday, I did, in fact, make it to the garden fair. And, against many odds, located Prairie Robin as she and meandered in different directions through the central display area, which featured an awful lot of flower societies. There were societies of hosta lovers. Societies of lily lovers. Societies of people who love the trees and the black walnuts that fall out of them.
So, despite the odds, I did learn a few things about what to plant to attract butterflies and hummingbirds, and I learned a lot about bugs, and I met a new online friend in the real world, which is one of my very favorite things about blogging—I love it when the conversation skips off the web page and out into the real world.
I did not learn about The Kitchen Garden, and I missed the whole bulb session entirely, so I will be unable to school any of you in that particular facet of the event. But stay tuned in the next few weeks, because I will be providing thorough reporting on what I was in the vicinity to learn.
And I’m going to be honest here. I had designs to write more tonight, but as I rolled back into town on Sunday afternoon from an overnight away, the sky was just beginning to spit out some flurries, which turned into eight inches of snow that fell in five hours. Then, on Monday morning, we got hit with freezing rain and hail and lightning, all at the same time. Tonight? It’s back to snow, with six to 10 inches forecast for the overnight hours. And this, my fair readers, is causing me to go into paralysis when it comes to garden writing. I may deal with driving in the snow better than I used to, but that still doesn’t mean I’m ready to join the society of people who love the white stuff.