It’s that time of year, the time to think of FLOWERS.
I know it’s twice as expensive as Lowe’s, but I have to do it. I have to get the bulk of my impulsive yearly flower and herbs from the neighborhood nursery, in my case, Nessralla’s Farm. It’s not fancy, and I can’t buy every last thing I ever wanted, but I’ll always remember my first forays into the greenhouses in late spring with the kids, new enough to the South Shore to never run in to someone I know—the owner gave each of the boys free gardenias 2 years in a row. Yes, I can be bribed.
What a wonderful gig, to grow things and dole them out.
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