Plants are my weakness

Today I spent $65 on plants.

Yep, I really needed a new pair of hiking boots, but I didn't even blink as I wrote the check for the plants, thinking about all the pleasure I'll have planting them and watching them grow. I surrender to this weakness because I'm writing a check to a non-profit group, whose volunteer efforts drive the propagation and sale of the plants. It's a very worthy group to support and I do with at least $200 per year.

Next month, the group is offering a propogation class to teach techniques on collecting seeds and proprogating cuttings; both things I already do, but want to do better. Granted, many of the plants won't make it, the seeds may not germinate, the plants may get eaten by slugs (so that's where all my purple coneflower went) and I may accidently kill the rest. No matter. I will still buy plants. My hiking shoes will rip and tear and become completely useless and embarrassing to wear, but at least I will have plants growing, blooming and supporting our fragile ecosystem for years to come. I will delight in a yard surrounded by hundreds of plants and the little critters that depend on them for survival. I don't really need a new pair of hiking shoes, they all wear out and become useless. Plants are never useless. They always serve a vital, valuable purpose to my life