We looked forward to a taste of early spring this Saturday at the New Jersey Flower Show. What displays will greet us when we walk in the door? What piles of golden hope lay in wait for us after these winter months? Who will tempt us with tiny basil plants to place on a window sill, gift us with a ruby tulip, or hand us a packet of zucchini seeds?
I have not been to the Flower Show in many years and do not want to complain that it was “better then….” But after a half dozen displays of daffodils (my personal favorite), singing pansy faces (Ken’s favorite), amaryllis, and the heady perfume of hyacinths, the rest of the Convention Hall was dedicated to selling shower heads, painted plastic frogs, culinary equipment, sour cream dips, tablecloths, outdoor grills, framed dead butterflies, and jewelry. My friend finally found someone who actually sold seeds at a flower show, where she happily purchased the promise of pumpkins, zucchini, and candy-colored nasturtiums that she will plant in a few weeks.
I would go again, despite the slim flower vendor pickin’s. And from the number of buses pulling up at the door and the long wait at the ticket booth, it seems others will too. Perhaps it is a sign of winter break-up. It is the same line we are all waiting on, for spring.