I went to a plant sale.
I was looking for plants and garden sculptures.
I didn’t have any particular plants in mind to buy.
I was just looking.
I wouldn’t have looked twice at the plants I ended up buying if it hadn’t been for the way they were labeled.
“INDIANA seed” was all I needed to see to decide I should buy these plants, really just seedlings, though I knew little about them and most of what I did know was on the tags.
“INDIANA seed” was too tempting. I’m an Indiana girl after all, born and raised here, by parents born and raised in Indiana, too, with three of four grandparents born and raised here, and more before them. My roots run deep in Indiana and not many from my family branch out much further than Indiana. (Roots and branch in the same sentence on purpose, I’m also a gardener.)
I’m now the proud owner of four new Indiana wildflowers for my garden, if one can own wildflowers.
I hope they aren’t too wild, yet find my garden suitable enough to be just a little bit wild.
To find other posts for Wildflower Wednesday, visit our wildflower garden hostess Gail at Clay and Limestone.