My Japanese maple resembles Cousin It and my mock orange is drooping.
Im currently playing a weekslong game of ignore the shot weed.
Like plenty of other procrastinating gardeners, I fell prey to a seasonal affliction I call Garden Center Time Suck. Its a phenomena in which I intend to spend 15 minutes perusing variegated hostas only to emerge two hours later with a dazed look and a wagonload of blue fescue.
Im looking at you, Watsons Greenhouse and Windmill Gardens.
While wandering aimlessly (envisioning fairies magically making over my garden) through two East Pierce garden centers that offer sprawling campuses with plants aplenty, I also found something for diners: nicely appointed cafes.
Theyre cafes for a bite with your gardener Mom especially considering this is her weekend, after all or a destination for ladies who lunch.
Dining alone? Thats fine, too.
Get digging. I know I need to.