Oh, the times I’ve whizzed past–a blur of color, large wooden mushrooms, and ‘Cloverdale Nursery’ in giant, fairy tale font. It never crossed my mind to stop in, say hello; after all, there were other garden spots to frequent–those closer to home and more equipped for projects of the smallish sort. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And if ever there was a desperate time, surely a vacant flower bed turned large litter box would be it. So while we were out running errands this week, we agreed to swing in to the first place that sold sod. Cloverdale Nursey took the prize. We turned right before their sign, drove down a long dirt lane, and parked next to the first building that came into view.
We assumed it would be much like any other garden nursery. We had no idea we’d round the bend and meander straight into a magical land . . .
Obviously, the founders of Cloverdale Nursery were set on creating secret gardens and everyday enchantment. I would have loved to hear the whole story; alas, the fellows who helped us were men of few words. I imagine you can’t be too careful in such a delightful spot. You must be sure to protect those who frequent–Santa Clause, for instance. We saw him driving a backhoe.
So I’ll tell you now, it’s good to happen upon a land of magic every now and again–I hope this weekend, you find it to be true . . .
A merry few days to you and yours!