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The best laid plans . . . sometimes go awash

Diane Gibson
Diane Gibson talks of a day that went awry in her "For the Love of Gardening" column in the July 16 Galva News.

Visiting a large daylily farm is the “best” entertainment for a daylily lover and last Tuesday I had my plan going!

My husband could sit in the air-conditioned truck (yes, we take a truck just in case we need quantities of space) if he was tired and/or bored. The plan is working.

It was slightly overcast with a little breeze – perfect for walking the many rows of flowers. I had my camera, my list of their daylilies, a pen, a sun hat, and I’m workin’ the plan.

About one-third of the way through the fields, it starts to sprinkle. Not a bad thing as it was like a cooling mist – and then it stopped. At this point the humidity went up about double and dark clouds are hovering. Walk the plan a little faster.

Two-thirds of the way through the fields, another and little harder rain comes down, stops and I do the last third of the fields. Husband has mostly given it up to view the scene from the cool truck. By now the plan is getting seriously hot and humid.

I take a picture of every daylily I might want to buy someday and make a sequence number and note on the catalog list. All very systematic, fool-proof, and a reference for my files later. UNLESS you are half running through the fields. Hurry the plan.

Just as I finished and was sitting down at a tented table to order today’s choice, a real downpour lets loose. We write out the order while every fly from the fields take cover in the same tent and snack on our legs. After slapping and writing, we sit in the truck until the rain stops. The sun is coming out again – the plan is moving sluggishly forward.

This is where we head for the rest of the nursery. As we park, another heavy rain hits and stops. We hop out of the truck and tropical rain forest conditions have settled on the nursery like a wet wool blanket. Oppressive stifling heat on the plan.

At this point the flies had given over the human buffet to the mosquitoes – zillions of mosquitoes all needing food. No amount of bug spray or swatting could keep them away. Even the nursery workers were suffering and they don’t even know the plan.

At this point we almost ran through the displays. Grabbed a couple of hostas we hoped would work and ran for the check out. The plan is shot.

We get in the truck, we’re wet from rain and copious amounts of sweat, bug bites galore, and a rain smudged list of lilies. I whimper and my husband calmly pronounces it not nearly as bad as his two tours in Vietnam. OK, perspective on the plan is a good thing.

At least we have the last part of the plan to look forward to, one of our favorite restaurants. We pull up to a dark restaurant that is closed Sundays-Mondays AND Tuesdays. No plan . . .

In retrospect, we had a nice day, with lots of beautiful sights and saved money. Plans are just that: “Maybe we’d like to do this or that” and the key is to enjoy the moment. Well, perhaps the ones outside of the bug bites and humidity – whoops: perspective, woman – perspective . . .