Dangers at the plant nursery . . .

Some people love clothes shopping . . . On occasion I do too, 

 but I what really gets me, in a bad way, is the plant nursery. 

Often I'll stop by to get something I need . . .

 I'll have a plan . . . One that I plan to stick to . . .

 And then I'll get side tracked . . .

I'll find so many amazing growing things. Growing things that I don't want to leave without . . . 

I'll start a pile, and it will usually grow.

 

Sometimes my pile is just a list in my mind . . .

Sometimes it is in a corner, set aside waiting . . .

Waiting and ready to be purchased. 

Usually the guilt is building a bit . . . I start rethinking the plants I have piled up. 

Do I really need them this very day???? 

Maybe???? Or maybe I can wait for another time. 

That is when I start putting them back. Either in my mind, or actually with my hands 

if it is one of those days that the pile has grown physically in some off corner . . . 

The guilt thins a bit and I adjust to what seems at least reasonable to why

 I have stopped there in the first place . . .

A breath of relief that I managed to manage myself . . .

Whew, another close call . . .

                                ~ Marica