The Hortisexual

After squeezing the last remaining molecules of gel from the toothpaste tube for a week, I broke down and drove to the pharmacy to buy more.

I stopped in at the local chain drug store. You know, one of those places where the name begins with “C,” “E” or “W” and also serves as card shop, grocery store, automotive supply, photo center, office supply and toy store.

Add garden center to the list.

Next to the oral hygiene section was a sales display of rose plants. Hybrid tea and climbers.

Not far away, on the endcap of the laxatives aisle were bags of potting soil. I’m fairly certain it’s not being sold as a fiber supplement.

Do you think the clerk restocking shampoo can tell me which of the rose varieties on the shelf are resistant to Botrytis blight? Or maybe I could ask the pharmacist to recommend something to lower my pH.

I’m all for exposing a wider audience to the joy of gardening, particularly
Generation X and Millenials. I’m not so sure the best approach includes offering flowering shrubs alongside cold and allergy remedies.

What do you think?

Hmm. On second thought, I wonder whether my HMO prescription plan covers landscape plants purchased at a pharmacy?