Boy did I ever.  There are two things I can’t resist buying, books and plants for my gardens.  Today my friend, her husband, and I went to a garden shop.  I couldn’t help myself.  I was like an addict pulling out plants and putting them on the wagon.  Someone should put me on the wagon.

     I’m sure I drove my friend crazy because right now I have a cold and can’t smell a thing—this place carries herbs by the tons and I love growing herbs.  Every time I found something, I thought I might like to add to my garden, I’d call her over to smell it for me.

     “Hey, G.  Come here and smell this for me, please.  How does it smell?”  I would wave her over from one end of the shop to another.

     She would then rub her hand over the leaves and waft the scent to her nose.  “Oh, that one’s nice.”

     “What about this one?”  I’d shove another plant under her nose. 

     One particular one almost made her gag—wish I could remember the name of it now.  She took a sniff, gasped and said.  “Ew, you wouldn’t like it.”

     It’s a good thing I trust her judgment and our tastes run the same.  I can imagine what a stench I’d have in my garden if that were someone else.

     Our next stop was the pond garden shop.  Yep, blew some bucks there too.