It’s one of our family traditions to go to the Hyde Park Garden Fair, held in our neighborhood the third Friday and Saturday in May, to buy the plants for our porch. (It’s also on my spring list!) I started taking the kids to the Garden Fair when they were little, and they’d play in the plaza’s fountain while I picked out plants. In the meantime, two of my kids take this annual ritual very seriously.
They were gravely disappointed last year when I decided that we wouldn’t have a porch garden because we’d be gone for more than a month on our Southwest road trip, and such a garden requires daily watering, which would have been a bit much to ask of the friend who kept an eye on our place. So this year they eagerly awaited the Garden Fair, and on Friday afternoon, after they got home from school, we ventured out.
We’re always equally intrigued by the hanging baskets, and no matter how much we tell ourselves we won’t spend the money on a preplanted one and plant our own, we invariably give in to one of these seductively beautiful, ready to hang up, baskets. Not that we don’t plant our own as well. We do.