A New Local Garden Center
She got this one:
The venture was created by a partnership between a successful design/build landscaping company and a successful pottery importer. As such, it is at this moment more a cross between a pottery store and a demonstration garden than a plant nursery. Although there were certainly were plants for sale, there were a whole lot of pots...
...and some beautiful landscaping. Wandering down paths through a grove of olive trees was a mighty fine way to shop for pottery and plants.
Beyond the nursery boundary is empty land that will soon sprout thousands of apartments.
Habitudes has only been open for a few weeks. There was a crew still planting and a crew still building a parking area, among other things. The grounds are seven and a half acres(!) and so quite extensive.
Olives, Agaves, and Icebergs ('Iceberg' roses, that is) have long been a favorite trio of mine.
My friend got her urn (jar?) and I got a couple of plants, an Eremophila glabra 'Blue Horizons' (aka 'Grey Horizons'), and another Phylica, because they were fresh stock at good prices. Both are already in the ground. At this point, there was not a huge array of plants to look through, because they are still under construction and getting underway, but there were lots of pots.
A garden center is a iffy business in this region. There are more and more people but fewer and fewer of them seem to be gardening, (an activity more often referred to as "yard work"). Properties are shrinking while the houses upon them are getting larger, so there less room for plants. The day we visited Habitudes, I read this in the e-newsletter I get from another local garden center, one more focused on plants:
In our business, spring is the only season we can make enough profit to survive the rest of the year.
In our first spring Jerry Brown announced drought restrictions. In our second spring we were in the middle of the drought. Earlier this year the drought emergency wasn't lifted until mid-spring and many water districts were even slower to lift restrictions. Three years without a great spring means we are surviving week-to-week.
July was a good month. August, except for last Saturday, has been scary slow. We can blame the temperature, the humidity, the eclipse, the start of the school year; but excuses are no longer good enough. We won't last another month at this rate.
Then today I saw a national newspaper article advising people that (subscription may be needed) trees are valuable.
"Yard work". Oh, dear, why do so few of us understand it's not "work"? Why can so few of us tell the difference between an oak and a maple?
It's not wise to ignore Mother Nature.