The Teabodys Shop at Buck Run Nursery
Good Morning from the side of Meadow Grounds Mountain where the Morning Chorus is already under way even though the sky is just now showing signs of light. Is there any other time of the year so rife with promise as spring, Gentle Reader? Is there any other time of the year that is so enchanting? No, there is not. Just when your heart had fallen into despair over fallen magnolia blossoms and faded cherries, the woods are suddenly teeming with service berry and red bud trees, and is there anything prettier?
Mrs. Teabody places the red bud tree very close to the top of her list of things worth driving some distance to see, and she believes she knows most places where an abundance of magenta lighting up a gray landscape can be found, none closer than a quick pop along Route 16 where the residents just above the village must have happy hearts indeed to indulge their senses with such profusion.
The Teabodys love to visit Buck Run Nursery located just across the Tuscarora Mountain near James Buchanan's Birthplace/Park and the drive to get there yesterday afternoon was almost as delightful as being there. If you can drive the final 1000 meters of the descent without being moved by the mesmerizing display of fuchsia and magenta, you just might want to visit your optometrist, Gentle Reader, or have an MRI to make certain your heart hasn't gone missing. Simply beautiful.
Buck Run Nursery has literally thousands of trees, shrubs, ornamentals as well as a funny little barky dog and an owner who knows where everything is located. She directed the Teabodys to the collection of burning bushes which had been their barrier shrub of choice for their patio, but along the way they passed the patch of hollies and that ended the quest when they came upon ilex cranata also known as lustre. Such lovely leaves and the added bonus of remaining green throughout the winter. Irresistible.
The ancient motor car was soon stuffed to almost to bursting with four of the darlings as well as (yet another!) rose bush. Mon Dieu! As the lot began their climb, soon enough the display of redbud came into view and Mrs. Teabody tried to count the number of trees little to big, but with Mr. Teabody's predilection for speed and the impossibility of assessing beauty, such an endeavor proved to be more of a distraction than anything else.
Mrs. Teabody places the red bud tree very close to the top of her list of things worth driving some distance to see, and she believes she knows most places where an abundance of magenta lighting up a gray landscape can be found, none closer than a quick pop along Route 16 where the residents just above the village must have happy hearts indeed to indulge their senses with such profusion.
The Teabodys love to visit Buck Run Nursery located just across the Tuscarora Mountain near James Buchanan's Birthplace/Park and the drive to get there yesterday afternoon was almost as delightful as being there. If you can drive the final 1000 meters of the descent without being moved by the mesmerizing display of fuchsia and magenta, you just might want to visit your optometrist, Gentle Reader, or have an MRI to make certain your heart hasn't gone missing. Simply beautiful.
Buck Run Nursery has literally thousands of trees, shrubs, ornamentals as well as a funny little barky dog and an owner who knows where everything is located. She directed the Teabodys to the collection of burning bushes which had been their barrier shrub of choice for their patio, but along the way they passed the patch of hollies and that ended the quest when they came upon ilex cranata also known as lustre. Such lovely leaves and the added bonus of remaining green throughout the winter. Irresistible.
The ancient motor car was soon stuffed to almost to bursting with four of the darlings as well as (yet another!) rose bush. Mon Dieu! As the lot began their climb, soon enough the display of redbud came into view and Mrs. Teabody tried to count the number of trees little to big, but with Mr. Teabody's predilection for speed and the impossibility of assessing beauty, such an endeavor proved to be more of a distraction than anything else.
In just an hour or so, Mrs. Teabody will don her new pink gardening gloves and go outdoors to remove the few remaining leaves and weeds around the patio and, most importantly, to plant the new rose bush. A bit later on, Mr. Teabody will take on the far heavier planting task with the hollies. With each successive planting, the Teabodys are a step closer to surrounding themselves with living things replacing lifeless dirt and gravel. Because it is spring. Because it is the season of enchantment. Because every single minute of every single day is a gift. And all too soon, another spring will be gone. Have a care, Gentle Reader, that you don't squander it.
Ta for now, Dearies!
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