The plant sale today was marvelous. We arrived to wait at about 9:30 for the doors to open at 11:00. Gardeners with their carts and wagons and wheelbarrows milled about. There was the low hum in the air that comes from hundreds of people talking. My Bookman and I found an unoccupied bench and parked our cart beside us. We had forgotten to bring books with us. How could we forget? Since we couldn’t read we talked about what books we were excited about reading.

My Bookman is looking forward to a new book by Matthew Woodring Stover, the author of Blade of Tyshalle which he loved. The book won’t be out until the end of the year. We are both looking forward to the Carlos Ruiz Zafon book to be published next spring that is a prequel to Shadow of the Wind. I was looking forward to reading a lot of things, but at the time, I was anticipating picking up A Field Guide to Getting Lost at the library later in the afternoon.

The time waiting flew by. We entered the building about 11:05 and had all of our plants and some we were picking up for friends, found, selected and paid for by 11:35. My orderly pre-planning aided by a numbered map handed out while we were waiting upon which we drew our path through the fray and my Bookman’s astounding cart handling abilities allowed us to purchase every single plant on our list. Now we just have to plant them. Which we began doing this afternoon. Every year we dig up a little more lawn with the goal of someday being lawn-free, at least in the front yard since the dog rules the backyard. Perhaps I will take a picture once we get everything in, though it won’t be very pretty since the plants are all very small, that’s why we can buy them so inexpensively (most are $1.50).

But enough about gardening. I did get to read a little bit last night. I luxuriated in Margaret Atwood’s poetry. I am almost two-thirds of the way through The Door and finding it absolutely fantastic. I swear there is nothing that woman can’t write.

This afternoon while taking a gardening break I began reading the book I was anticipating, A Field Guide to Getting Lost by Rebecca Solnit, and I am thus far loving it and I am only on page 19. She is currently mulling over what it means to be lost while circling around a quote by Meno:

How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you?

She has also liberally quoted Thoreau and Virginia Woolf. Yup, this book and I are going to get on just fine.