It was one of those PERFECT afternoons. The plan was just to go to the nursery for tomato plants. Once there, the stunning colors, beautiful displays, warm sun and thoughts of my backyard becoming a private Buchart Gardens worked magic.
After coming to grips with “it’s only money”, I headed home by way of my favorite pub. The dark, cozy environment created a similar atmosphere of stunning colors, beautiful displays, warm flavors and thoughts of my home bar needing more wood paneling.