There are few things I enjoy more than strolling through a nursery; a plant nursery that is.  Even when I had a condo I still could plant in containers on my balcony.  Since I’ve been blessed with a house planting in the ground (and in much bigger containers) has been a real thrill.  Sometimes I get it right and sometimes I fail abysmally.  Even when I carefully look at the placement and amount of sun it is not a guarantee.  I dislike yanking up live flowers for the next season and I try to invest in plants that are year round.  Once a year this particular nursery has a 20% off sale and I wanted to hit it for the addition of some “permanent” plants.  Between a couple of hours spent running around at the park, the heat, and the sun my little one crashed right on the flower cart.  The sweet cashier put a piece of cardboard under her head so she’d have something smooth to rest on instead of the hard grooves in the metal cart.  Then she moved her in front of a giant fan that was in the shade.  Texas in September is hot y’all.  I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and she said she remembered what it was like when her kids were little.  I have always felt the same as American actress Rebecca Romijn who said:

“I was never a girl who dreamed about what her wedding day would be like, but I’ve always dreamed about decorating my baby’s nursery.”

Having an only child who is now almost five I never thought I would be able to say this again:  my baby fell asleep in the nursery. ❤️