If you’re a longtime reader of this blog, you may remember that early in the summer, I pined away for a pharmaceutical marvel that would counter my disdain for yardwork. And even if you aren’t a member of the hallowed D.R.O.P. list, you can probably guess that for a 31-year-old guy, tending the lawn ranks just below being forced to watch a Say Yes to the Dress marathon while the ’96 Bulls have somehow materialized on your driveway and asked you to run the point for their imminent beatdown of the present-day Lakers.
However, should I ever have the need to populate my yard with additional vegetation, I think I’ll go to a place like this:
How real is that? It’s not the “Best selection of plants you’ve ever seen in your entire life” or even a “Pretty good selection of plants.”
It’s just nice.
And if we’re being honest, do we really need a word stronger than that to describe some plants?