Warning: This post is San Francisco-centric.
Claire at Alameda Garden always shows up for the garden writers’ gathering on the first night of the show and sits in the back row with me. That’s where all the cool kids hang out. Good to see you once a year, Claire. She says:
To be honest, I’m less and less impressed by the exhibition gardens
each year, not because they’re not interesting, but because they seem
to be getting increasingly surreal. It seemed like the recurrent themes
this year were the three S’s: sustainability, salvage, and sleeping in
Derviss has photos up of her Zen garden, which won many awards.
As if being unemployed wasn’t depressing enough, it would at least be nice to go to the Flower and Garden Show…But no. I’m coughing like a dying smoker. My nose runs like the river wild. My head spins like…usual.
In a post titled Wind Chimes, For God’s Sake, Eucalyptus Way says:
Last week, Mike and I went to a garden show at the Cow Palace, San
Francisco’s old convention center on the the cold, south side of town.
We don’t have a garden and we don’t have a house but it was something
to do. There were clusters of gardens arranged inside the convention
center. Many were longer on statuary, particularly Hindu and Bhudist,
than on green. There was actually an outdoor garden Entertainment
Center where you could watch TV in the yard. (God forbid we should talk
or listen to the crickets).
What We Didn’t Love About the Show
The food! Mainly because there really wasn’t any. This is not the
place for two hungry vegetarians! We were so hungry that we finally
stopped to get nachos to hold us over until we could get real food and
then both felt guilty because we’d been eating so healthy for the
entire week only to blow it on heart attack food on the last day.
Girlfriend, I hear you! What’s with the ball park food at home and garden shows? On one hand, you’re trying to sell us this upscale, eco-friendly, outdoor living lifestyle thing, and on the other hand, you’re feeding us nachos and funnel cakes. Explain!
Although the San Francisco show is better than some. I got a perfectly decent veggie burrito, and in years passed I’ve had some pretty darn good Indian food. The coffee carts pour an excellent cup of coffee. I can survive on good coffee and a veggie burrito.
More garden show wrap-ups soon. If you’ve got one to share, post a link in the comments.