Greensboro Birds

Saturday was the seventh anniversary of the day Josh and I tied the knot at city hall in downtown NYC. Appropriately, he gave me two Knockout roses, then we watched the Pacquiao/Marquez fight. And the Bristol race was this weekend, making it nearly perfect. I’m trying to decide where to plant the roses. Next to the patio is the leading candidate, because these roses should bloom till frost and they smell fantastic.

Here’s the man himself, posing in front of our tiny Kia Rio and behind a few of the plants he fit into it in one trip. (The neighbors’ house is blurred out in case they’re in some kind of witness protection plan or something.) The Kia is amazing for its carrying capacity. It’s like dark matter on wheels, you can just stuff so much into it and still fit a passenger up front. On this particular trip, Josh fit two large forsythias (the one you see here is about eight or nine feet tall), two sweet brooms (the bushy plant covering Josh’s legs), and two heathers (the smaller pink plant to the left). The next day he fit three five-foot Leyland cypresses and another sweet broom. I love testing the boundaries of what we can haul in the Kia, but I am planning to buy a small pickup truck this year. We only have the one car, and it’d be nice to double our cargo capacity since our horticultural portfolio is the only one that’s growing right now.