One Day Three Nurseries

Yesterday my sister and I both had the day off from work. The morning was promising. We went to our favorite pancake place, which also happens to be on a small airfield with heaps of old fashioned biplanes milling about, and ordered three stacks, complete with Maine blueberries and chocolate chips. My stomach filled with warm, syrupy goodness, I was in such a state of bliss that I didn't protest at all when my mother suggested we make a stop to a nursery to pick up some small trees for her garden. Little did I know, one nursery would lead to two more and this gardening excursion would take up the rest of the day. What follows are the chronicles of the green, flowery time-sucking vortex I experienced. But I was on such a sugar rush, I didn't really care. I think my mother planned it like that all along, the diabolical genius. She innocently suggests taking her two daughters to get sugar-laden pancakes, only so that they are subdued for her horticultural chores.