[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] I would have stopped to smell the flowers, but I was afraid I’d get mowed down by the crowd. I could have never imagined that the most dangerous place to be on a Saturday night in the city would be a flower show. As we entered the Seaport World Trade Center, we were forced do dodge throngs of people wielding 4 foot tall garden stakes, bundles of branches, and various other garden show paraphernalia.
I have never been touched by so many garden club members in my life. As we attempted to walk up and down the outer aisles (I like to tackle these types of events with a plan.. in this case, it was not a good one), we were crushed by people charging the Harbor Sweets booth as the salesperson announced he had toffee samples to give away. Lord have mercy. We, unfortunately, didn’t get to spend nearly as much time checking out the actual flowers and gardens as we did last year. Visiting on the weekend was not the best idea.
I did get a few ideas, though, and a few good pictures. Voila.
Yep! That’s a real bird!
After being run over by some sort of hand cart filled with garden sculptures, I decided enough was enough. We picked up a really cute window sill garden, some hydrangeas and white roses from Wilson Farm, a “Happy Dog Meal” for Clark and called it a day. Next year, we’re sticking to a weekday night. And wearing body armor.
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What’s the most dangerous thing you did this weekend?