Yesterday was a fun day.

My friends Jane and Nicole and I went plant shopping or nursery hopping or whatever you want to call it, and if there's anything designed to make me lose my mind and all my good sense, it's spring plant shopping.

Thank God we had a truck at our disposal because this was our first stop:

    

And after our second nursery stop -- at an absolutely delightful, whimsical herb nursery hidden way out in the mountains at the end of a dirt road and that is absolutely wonderful -- the truck bed was full with a double layer of potted perennials, the backseat was full and I was sharing the front seat with my beautiful new irises. Fifty-five perennials later (yes, that was just me and not counting everyone else's) we hit the cheese factory (the cheese is phenomenal and you don't see the factory-part), went to lunch at a cute little mom and pop restaurant and then did some plant-digging at Jane's, which ended up with me coming home with fifty-five perennials and seven bags of Hens and Chicks. SEVEN BAGS.

Day lilies. Plumbago. Rudbeckia. Irish moss. Irises. Filipendula. Hidcote Blue Comfrey. Black Violas. I can't even think of what's out there waiting to be planted but it's all divided into color and I can't wait.

This has been a pretty damn good May so far.