It’s the end of the world, and garden photographer Saxon Holt documents it all in a post over at Gardening Gone Wild. (go check out the photos there.) At the California Pack Trials, an annual nursery industry event, banners hung above the booth of The John Henry Company with these slogans.
Yeah. It’s bad enough that horticultural marketing gurus are telling garden center owners not to refer to their customers as "gardeners." Apparently the new generation of garden center customer considers a "gardener" to be someone who is paid to work in a garden (and that would somehow, be an insult, sort of like being mistaken for the butler in your own home just because you’re standing near the front door in a tuxedo, I suppose). No, this new generation of customer considers herself to be a decorator who is at the garden center to pick up plant-shaped decorations for her outdoor living room.
And now we have this new piece of information, about the handsome fellow who follows her around the garden center and reaches into his overstuffed wallet to pick up the tab. Women, as we all know, are fragile and pretty things who can hardly be expected to earn a living on their own, but fortunately there’s a good-natured fellow with a credit card ready to indulge her whims.
I’m so glad the horticultural industry has such a firm grasp on reality. Next time I’m at the garden center, I’m going to bring my purchases to the front and just stand there, smiling helplessly, waiting for that friendly gent with money to burn who, I have now learned, pays for my stuff.
If only someone had told me about him when I started gardening fifteen years ago! When I think of all the years I’ve wasted actually earning money….