Beating Around the Snowball Bush
This entry was posted on 5/8/2009 8:26 AM and is filed under uncategorized.
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(Yes, I know it's corny. I just couldn't resist…)
The love-of-my-life had a birthday recently. He asked for one thing—a snowball bush. Hey, easy present, I innocently thought at the time. I can take care of that in no time.
Fond memories of snowball bushes past floated through my mind. We had snowball bushes when I was a child. Turned out the his family did, too.
I never in my wildest dreams imagined how hard it would be to find, purchase, and bring home a snowball bush. But six nurseries and three days later, I was beginning to get a little desperate.
Finding a snowball bush shouldn't be that hard, but…
• It's been raining for three days. Picture Irene in heels at the garden center in the rain. I've started carrying extra shoes in the car.
• Four of the six nurseries had no snowball bushes.
• One nursery had a snowball bush. It was between 4-5 feet tall and cost $60. Not only would it not fit in the car, but as much as I adore the man, I'm not paying $60 bucks for a bush. (Not after the not-to-be-discussed tulip tree incident.)
• Finally, persistence pays off. I found a nursery that not only had snowball bushes, they had 2' tall and reasonably priced snowball bushes, plus a friendly and knowledgeable plant person to carry it to my car through the mud. Mission accomplished! (Thank you Good Earth Garden Center in Little Rock, Arkansas!)
So Happy Birthday to my husband. (You get to carry your bush from the car and dig your own hole.)
