I wait for this all year … the chance to get up early and wait in line freezing my patooties off, only to get trampled on once the doors open as if we were teenagers getting the Jonas Brothers autographs; this is what I can only imagine an anarchistic society must be like, as people lose all ability to look where they’re going, grab plants as if it was a looted store, and run their American Flyers over your toes like they're in that grocery shopping spree TV show.
I stand by my analogy that this is the Filene’s Basement Wedding Dress Sale of the plant world.
I get all stressed out between my list and spots of green left on the tables and the twigs on the floor… but I love it and I always go back.
It’s like a bad boyfriend.
And it’s supposed to be in the 70’s so, for once, I will not have freezing patooties.
A look at past Plant Sales – 2006 2007 2008