I attended my first flower show this weekend. It wasn’t my first gardening event, but it was the first one that had a contest where flowers were judged.
The Space City Chapter of the American Hibiscus Society had its first show in Pasadena this past weekend, so Kim and Corina and I braved the torrential storm to travel 45+ miles across the metropolis to see purty flowers and have a chance at grabbing some exotic specimens ourselves.
We didn’t stay that long. We got there three minutes late, and at that time – all the really exotic offerings from the local growers had been snagged – some people had whole shopping carts full. I was only allowed what I could carry, so I picked up an Indian Princess and a Seminole and then I got in the very, very long line to wait to purchase them ($8 a pop).
I’d have a photo of the two shaped bushes/trees I bought, but it’s dark now and I don’t feel like taking photos now, so just settle for this one, which links to a photo gallery of shots taken by my wife, while I was in line waiting to fork over more money for my obsession.
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