May 11, 2008

An Open Letter to Summer Winds Nursery, Phoenix, Arizona

Summer Winds,

I have visited your store on Tatum several times over the last year, and have, on two occasions, actually bought from you.  However, each time I swear to myself that I am not coming back. 

You have a fantastic selection of stock, including plant material, pots and accessories.  I love browsing through your store.  The problems arise when things are not priced, and the price is not noted anywhere nearby. 

I am not likely to seek out and ask a salesperson what a price is, especially on the plant material.  Prices to propagate and grow plants to market size vary so widely that it is probable that if I have to ask, I'm not going to be able to afford it.  If I so love that (unidentified) dark-leaved agave that I can't stop thinking about it - I will save up several weeks from my spending money and splurge on it.  But not if I've already been embarrassed by having to ask the price, turned red at the answer, and not bought the plant on the spot.  I need to see that it's a sixty dollar plant, from the tag or sticker that you have so considerately provided -or in this case - not provided - before I can mentally arrange my purchase funds.

Your pot area is particularly egregious in this regard.  Today I picked up a pot I liked, couldn't find a price.  Found some of similar size, but not style, that WERE priced at 14.99 - decided to conduct an experiment.  Took that pot up to your cashier.  Told her (truthfully) that I couldn't find a price, but internally was thinking it should be around 14.99.  Got charged 19.99.  Paid for it without complaint. 

One thing I really liked about Michigan's retail law was the fact that BY LAW everything had to be priced.  I realize that this is a great expense to the retailer.  But it makes the customer feel PROTECTED.  Arizona (apparently) has no such provision on the customer's behalf.  I've had to ask the prices of things everywhere I go.  It's endlessly annoying.  And often, as today, the customer goes away from the register feeling gouged.  Not good for customer or retailer.

I'd like to also comment that you need to train your staff on how to actually water the stock.  Splashing great amounts of water from the dram in a six-foot arc onto the plants looks spectacular, and makes the leaves sparkle enticingly in the hot Phoenix sun, but it does the plant no good at all if that water doesn't hit the soil.  Two of the  plants I purchased today were basils that the girl had just gone over seconds before I picked them up.  The pots were bone dry.  We are in Phoenix.  Not only does this spell doom for your plants, but it's a shameless waste of water in an area where every drop is precious. 

Finally, I will note that I know I am not your target customer.  Your hours of operation speak to that fact.  Being only open from 7am to 5pm, you are looking for the Scottsdale, Paradise Valley and North Phoenix matrons.  Retired ladies that are married to or divorced from some CEO of Some Company Somewhere.  Ladies who will buy entirely on impulse (hence the stocking of some appallingly inappropriate plants - doomed to die in thirty days without continual life support of the aforementioned water supply) and who will not think for a second of how much those impulses will cost.  Money is no object.  And when catering to that clientèle, there is no need to price your wares.

If you wanted to sell to the normal folks out there, working class stiffs who are in the office from 7 to 4, or from 8 to 5, your hours would reflect that.  You really aren't looking for our business, and I'm really being unfair in criticizing you, you were never looking for my money to begin with. 

I may once again lapse in my resolve and shop your store.  But you should know that the majority of my money goes elsewhere.  Usually I like to support the independent retailers and the small chains, but then they are usually more than willing to support me, too.

Truthfully,

Jenn


May 03, 2008

Goin' to the Hoedown...

The hoedown at May Dreams Gardens!

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These three rakish wallflowers are late to the party, and shy because they have no fancywear like some of the hoes.  But they are all three hard workers, and called to duty in the garden time and time again.  Time for them to get a bit of a break,  kick back, relax, and watch the ladies dance.

The adjustable rake has proven itself indispensable.  Purchased over a decade ago when I was living in a townhouse in Pontiac, I was thinking about storage and portability.  Turns out those folding tines can come in handy in tightly planted borders, or opened to full extension for fall leaves.  A great rake. 

The cobra head was  a raffle prize on Heavy Petal a few years ago (Hi, Andrea!  How soon before we get Lila holding a rake?)

The short three tined rake is representing his brothers that I can't find (were they left behind?  Oh my!) - I have (maybe) a long three tined rake that can be used while standing, and a long handled version that can enable twice my normal reach and retrieve things in the depths of the plants.  Handy fellows, all. 

Been thinking of a hoe, a little scuffle number to get under this gravel 'desert' landscaping and put an end to weeds.  Been thinking.   Maybe when the boys come home tonight they'll be able to convince me. 

April 28, 2008

The Grand Canyon

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Was hazy, but I got lots of great shots of nature.

I'll probably post more photos later, but I really liked this one.

Or maybe I'll post one more right now...

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April 06, 2008

Side Blotched Lizard

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This fellow was showing off for the ladies up on Sunrise Peak Trail. The lizards are in full breeding color right now, very lizard sexy.

Picture taken March 22, 2008

Small Blessings

When I moved to the Sonoran Desert, I took the time to select out the plants that I thought had a fighting chance of survival down here.  I still took a lot of losses that first summer. 

There is no way to understand the impact of that low humidity/high heat until you live through several months of it.  Michigan one year had a week of weather that was in the high 90s with 'low' humidity of around 40%.  Ha ha.  Low?  Low is 4% - how little did I know. 

Things died.  Thankfully, I have blanked out most of what I have lost.  Nature can be kind. 

And some things just limped along, looking pathetic, but not so gone as to be mercy tossed to the compost pile.  My african violets were in that category.  I came down here with four, quickly losing one to wilt.  One went into a long decline, finally rotting out at the base.  I have its leaves in a bag with some potting mix, hoping one will root and I can recover the plant. 

The other two?  Have suddenly decided they might be okay after all. They are both blooming very prettily at the north window I have settled them.

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Although this show of happy may be short term; in late July through most of January, the humidity levels are naturally higher.   I have started to put my plants in humidity trays, and I will add these two to that system soon. 

But for now, I'm just sitting back and enjoying my small bright blessings. 

Moon Phases

Other Voices, Different Gardens

Gone Dormant

Photos: Memorial Day Campout, 2005

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