It's May, and that means my annual pilgrimage to garden nurseries is in full swing. When we moved here I fell in love with a unique nursery called "Garden of Eves". Sadly, GoE closed up shop a few years ago. Whenever I 'd drive by it, I'd wish my Montana Horticulture Daughter lived closer so she could open up a shop there. That didn't happen, but next best thing did - GoE is open, reborn as "The Pick of the Planet" and being restored to all its former funky glory!
There's lots to love here - the store's name includes "specialty growers", so you won't see rows of the usual suspects here. I love that I had to ask "what's this" and "what's that".
The buildings are a large part of the charm . This place makes a shabby-chic re-purposer swoon!
Love this brick arch inside the big greenhouse. Through that arch are all the babies waiting to be big enough to make it in the weather that is New England spring - unpredictable! I'll be back to get some white tradescantia -a fuzzy whitish variation of wandering jew [which really needs a new common name!] and a gorgeous red sweet potato vine.
Inside the main old building:
My favorite - the old, dilapidated green house, festooned with ivy-gone-wild:
As I was checking out Lynn asked if I was a gardener. My response, " Well, I garden, but don't consider myself a gardener". Gardeners are people that KNOW things! Think I'll be learning all kinds of new things here - maybe even one day qualify !