My Way of Living + Visual

Mad money, and falling off the wagon

Judging by yesterday, I am

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not the only one forgetting stuff. I’ve gone and lost my “go wild, and buy plants” mad money change purse. You know, the one you save up all your small change in just so you can dump it out on a nursery counter and pay for all those plants you have stacked on the wagon, without feeling the pinch of spending “real money.” Just before they topple onto the ground, it gives a new meaning to the phrase “falling off of the wagon.”

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Small change doesn’t count if you save it, or does it? Does every penny count when it’s mad money? Does mad money make you angry if you don’t spend it?

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Do you buy plants at all? Are you a plant hoarder? Do you buy as much as the money in your change purse allows, and then let them all sit nice and neat in their little soda box cardboard trays, soaking up the sunshine on your front porch? Who? Well not me of course.

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Because we gardeners all know that the joy is in the acquisition, not the planting. Who want’s to plant them, they look so cute in their little pots, lined up neatly, wilting day after day. Give the poor things some water… please! Once they are in the ground, then it’s OK to stroll by and visualize them growing, but the actual planting, well that’s not the best part is it?

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It’s the spending of the mad money, and knowing that it was acquired in dribs, and drabs… the choosing of one plant over the other. The robbing of Peter, [the wallet] to pay Paul, [the mad money change purse], while trying to squeeze one more plant onto that wagon. The joy of a carful of plants, shuffling around the seat as you careen around the corners, because you need to get home to raid the cookie jar, since there was one last plant you couldn’t find enough money for. Such is a gardener’s heart.

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