~Salvia buchananii 'Show Girls', Eupatorium purpureum 'Gateway', Colocasia esculenta 'Elena', Stachys byzantina 'Helene Von Stein'~
Today I was driving home from work, thinking that my plant habit might be awhole lot like a crack habit. Now, I don't have a crack habit - and for that I am grateful. Crack is destructive and messes with peoples lives. I don't think that a perennial, no matter how hard it tries, can be destructive.
But, as the eclair-making postdoc (yes, the one who hasn't made eclairs in a long, long time...) mentioned after our (brief) visit to a plant nursery after lunch today:
'You really do have a problem don't you.'
(Note that his comment wasn't said as a question, but as a statement).
So tonight I thought I'd look at the effect of
plants crack on a person's life. Taken from this website:
The short term effects of crack include but are not limited to:
- Magnification of pleasure, euphoria
- Alertness and in some cases - hyper-alertness
- Increased and sometimes a grandiose sense of well being
- Decreased anxiety
- Lower social inhibitions: more sociable and talkative
- Heightened energy, self-esteem, sexuality and emotions aroused by interpersonal experiences
- Appetite loss; weight loss
Now, I'm saying all of this sounds good - and the weight loss, that's a bonus indeed! Plus, I am thankful to report that the longterm effect of
plants crack do not apply (as you might see for yourself here).
So yeah, I might have a problem. But life - work mostly - is pretty dang stressful right now. There's change, risk, and alot of wishful thinking blowing in the wind. If four new plants - much needed additions to my garden - help me navigate these new winds, then a
crack plant addict I am. And like I said, I've never seen a perennial (or two...or three...) ruin a person's life.
Update (Wednesday morning, 10 June): The nutty new dog (who is now no longer 'new'), Annabelle Lee, was scared of the new Lamb's Ear this morning. It was funny - she must not have seen it last night, because when she saw it this morning, she backed up and started slowly crouching toward it - checking to see if it was 'alive'. Once she considered it 'dead' - she pounced on it, and bit off a few leaves. The garden is now safe from the threat of a Lamb's Ear attack. I feel safer...don't you?