Cleveland Garden Show

The sky is gray and so is the snow. It's too cold to hang around outside but too warm to freeze. It's just about the time of year we ask ourselves the question "so why did we move to NE Ohio?" But then we remember it's time to go to the Cleveland Garden Show. A color-filled respite from the gray of January awaited us. When we got there we realized that a zillion other people had the same idea.
The crowds and the color hit me as soon as I walked into the show. Every other person seemed to have a camera with them. I'll tell you, I have come to the realization that there are a ton of gardeners that think like me. Or is it that I think like them? A bunch of landscape architecture firms had display gardens set up. They were all fun to walk around in and see how the pros mixed plants and colors. There is always something to learn. I found the lawn ornamentation booth right away. Pat thinks that that is the only reason I go to these things. That's not the case. I also go to find the next new thing I have to have, like an Elvis lamp or something. As we walked around you could hear "it slices, it dices, you never have to sharpen, clean it, replace it, it's the last one you . . . , lose 50 pounds, it's the sledge-o-matic."

Lawn ornamentation heaven. There's one of these places at every garden show. Boy, I love these kind of joints.

The Cleveland Botanical Society had seminars on composting and lasagna gardening.

This display garden had an herb garden. I have passed a milestone. I could name every herb in the garden. We grow most of them.

Pat says "we can do that." Well OK then. What's funny is that we both knew where we would place it. We think way too much alike when it comes to gardening. Even after all these years, it's sorta weird.

These are miniature daffodils. Gotta get some of these.

Gotta get some of these too.

And this one too.

Got these, but we could always use more.

Where could we put one of these? Maybe the front yard?

There's room for one more tree in the front yard. One of these will do.

There is no such thing as enough hosta.

What a nice way to add red.

This would scare the snot out of the boys. It would get stuck in the mud and the boys would attack it.

These are for all you warm weather transplants that need a palm tree fix. I saw them and was speechless. It's beyond bizarre.

Found it. I have a theory that you can find something with Elvis on it at every trade show.

I am a happy camper because Pat let me get some lawn ornamentation.