A friend wanted to buy me something for my birthday.
How about a new bird feeder?
Off we went to the local Lowes, because there is no Wild Birds Unlimited store on my side of town, and I found a very nice cedar bird feeder to buy. And some more black oil sunflower seed. And a bluebird nesting box. And a booklet on bluebirds. And some plastic plant labels, two kinds.
“This is embarrassing”, my friend remarked, “no one buys bluebird stuff for the garden when it is ten degrees outside”.
But I pointed out that they have the items for sale, so surely they don’t mind when people actually buy them.
Sure enough, the cashier saw what we were buying and made a remark. “Are you starting to think about gardening again?”
Again, nice cashier lady? I rarely stop thinking about gardening. But she asked it in a very nice way, so I didn’t mind the question.
Then she offered some advice about feeding bluebirds and where I could buy mealworms for them.
Mealworms? I have to buy mealworms for the bluebirds? What have I gotten myself into now?
I know what I’ve gotten myself into. I’ve gotten myself into a new aspect of gardening because I also suffer from the shopping form of Garden Attention Distraction Syndrome, known as GAD$.
This has happened before. I know the symptoms. You walk in to a garden center or store or nursery looking for a specific item or plant and leave the proud owner of some new plant or garden related item that until the moment you saw it, you had no idea you needed it.
A few summers ago, I went to a local hosta and daylily nursery, just to look, because they have beautiful display gardens. I ended up going back to buy some miniature hostas. They were so cute! And then I had to have some miniature accessories for my new miniature hosta garden, and some other companion plants and more miniature hostas.
I didn’t leave my house that morning intent on buying miniature hostas and planting a miniature garden, but when I saw those tiny hostas, I had a full-fledged attack of GAD$.
Nor did I dream of trying to get bluebirds to nest in my garden this spring when I went out in search of a bird feeder. Yep. It was just another attack of GAD$
But just like the other form of this syndrome, GADS, I don’t try to fight it. I just go with it because I usually end up with some new aspect of gardening to try, that I might never have thought of otherwise.