1. A house.
2. A yard.
3. A knowledge of plants.
4. The ability to keep any green thing alive for more than a week.
5. Any inclination to spend any time on my knees in dirt wearing over-sized canvas gloves.
And yet. Whenever I pass one of Connecticut's many garden centers - not the ones that sell only plants but the ones that double as free-outdoor entertainment -
there I am, wandering between the rows of herbs and flowers and admiring the surroundings.
Everyone around me takes
pots and bags of soil and loads them into their wagons like responsible adult garden center shoppers. I just take pictures.
Or just drive around on Connecticut's back roads. You'll probably find a store that catches your eye with pretty flowers and sucks you in with creative displays and unusual gifts and general eccentricity.
(And if you know of another unique local garden center, please let me know in the comments!)