This week’s blog hop from my gals at Zebra Garden and The Waiting is about heatstroke. I couldn’t pinpoint one exact time that I was too hot because every day in Austin feels like I will melt after 3 minutes of being outside, unless I’m at Barton Springs, where it’s a requirement to let your skin turn to lava before your get in that ice cold water.
Side note – I can, however, remember the time that it was cold, because that stood out. And my having-2-kids brain won’t let me remember with detail anything in the last 3 years that wasn’t documented in photos. This May, it was icy-windy because of a random cold front on a consultation for a landscape design/build and I keep looking back at the FB album as I add progress pics. It’s almost intoxicating how cold it seemed, lo just 2 months ago.
But I digress. I’m nothing if not a rule-follwer if I’m paying enough attention and I agree with the sentiment. I remember the time yesterday that I picked out plants for the aforementioned project with both kids, a wagon, and a confusing tree farm.
There are a plethora of nurseries in Austin, and I think picking out plants might be my most favorite thing to do, especially since I get paid to do it. And technically spend someone else’s money finding the most lovely plants that would compliment each other and bring my client the most joy. Hubs and I often talk about how much we absolutely love what we do – he designs with me and is in charge of the build team, welding and fabricating all of the structures on site. However, if only being outside for our jobs didn’t mean straight up melting. It was 107 °F on some sign I drove past. I almost didn’t want to know that.
I had both girls on Thursday since EB’s home with me part time during the summer. I work when there are opportunities to get something done, with one or both, usually when Ans is napping. But picking out a couple of trees? In my mind, it wasn’t the same thing as running around town, filling up my mom’s SUV with plants on several runs, dripping sweat and placing plants in their just-right place in the landscape. This was two freaking trees. We could do this in a wagon, between naps, and before the splash pad with friends.
It was my first trip to Ted’s Trees. It’s on the east side, nearby, and is a proper baum schule (meaning tree school – a little tidbit from getting my MLA). Trees are of course in pots, but there are also bigger ones in the ground, waiting and growing until someone picks them and loves them (I assume. That’s what I do when I pick out a tree). I drove through the stone pillars in the entrance, park in the steaming aggregate parking lot, pulled out the wagon, and plopped in the girls. I forgot their hats, of course. I started walking, seeing absolutely no one. There were no signs directing me to the office. There was nothing. Design-wise, we’re talking about primary circulation, and they need to clarify theirs.
I called Hubs, sweating by now and taking refuge in some of the saplings, cursing going somewhere new and confusing while toting the girls. He suggested I call the main number and have them explain where the office is since I obviously got more frustrated when Hubs tried to explain it (sorry, Hubs). Apparently people just *know* to go through these rows of trees to the back of the office, which is fenced off and looks like a residence. Of course. The main gal was sweet and said the dude who would help me was at lunch but would be back in a few minutes. We pulled the wagon back to the car and waited.
A little dude ambled up and took me around, showing me some gorgeous trees. Things were starting to look up – they were magnificent, much bigger than I had been able to find at other nurseries. He could tell I was slightly peeved at being confused, and gave me both trees at a discount, basically negating the delivery fee but allowing me to get the biggest trees possible for my max amount. When we went in the office, the gal gave us popsicles and didn’t bat an eye when EB dripped all over the floor and kept spelling her name to be written down on the receipt.
EB wanted us to take our pictures under some of the trees and I thought of the excursion to the tree farm to be a success, even though it started off on the hot side of hell. Popsicles make everything better. Check out my new Instagram account here (iswtgblog) if you want to see more. I’ll make a button over yonder ——–> to follow it…when it’s not a work day. Yes, I’m supposed to be doing payroll right now. Shhhhhhh….
Now go on over to the blog hop, add your story by midnight tonight, and say heeeeey to all of the people playing the game.