Loke and I have been shopping today. You know, the kind of shopping where you don’t need to get your credit card out… (But DOES involve crossing very rickety bridges that makes both the cat and me more than a little worried!)
I found some rather promising dogwood down there, though, so I took a few dozen cuttings. Dogwood cuttings tend to give me around a 90% success rate so I’ll see if the foliage turns out nice and then they might end up in the garden. They don’t have the “perfect” red branches, though, so the foliage needs to sell them!
There are also some wild iris and some marsh marigolds down there, so if I get around to making that wetland/pond feature I dream about I will definitely poach some of them. Even taking the dogwood cuttings was technically illegal, though, so in the spirit of good neighbourship I’ll ask the land-owner before actually digging up plants. It’s a bit like the agreement we have that I can pick stones off his fields if they’re small enough for me to carry… (I have a lot of concrete block edges around my flower beds and I’d like to replace them with natural stones, so basically I want stones smaller than what he can sell commercially and large enough to be a nuisance to him and his farm machinery!)
Most of all, though, I love how getting gardening supplies can be a matter of great enjoyment. Living on my own out here in the middle of nowhere does get a bit lonely, so having a pet who wants to share these outings with me is really rather precious. Loke and I are a little pack, and together we have our small adventures. (And when we don’t have adventures we just cuddle up by the fire! We both enjoy that…)