I mentioned yesterday about a trip my aunt, cousin, and I made to a nursery about 2 hours from my house. The forecast called for a warm morning, then rain and temps dropping 30 degrees throughout the day. We didn’t care. We had a plan. It involved food and plants–a no-fail combo in our book.
Our first stop was breakfast. The Oark General Store and Cafe is back in the hills.
Literally. It’s not a place you would happen to drive by and stop. You have to know where it is.
The store has been in business since 1890 and is the oldest continuous-operating store in the state of Arkansas. The food is great and the atmosphere even better. I will do a longer post on this unique establishment this week. Promise.
So, with our bellies full, we gear up for our plant excursion.
The nursery is located off Highway 21 just north of Clarksville, Ark. It’s owned by the nicest people you’ll ever meet. They are super friendly, hard-working, helpful and knowledgeable.
But let me tell you, this nursery is crazy. Plants are everywhere. In no particular order. Some with tags. Most without. Some with prices. Most without. Some with names. Most–well, I think you get the picture.
So I jump out of my Toyota, do some warm up stretches, crack my knuckles, pop my neck and begin my adventure.
Be sure and look behind everything. Every turn is an experience.
You really never know what you will find when you walk into one.
You can always grab someone to help, but they are very busy and most of the time it’s hard to track them down. You need to know your stuff for sure when you enter. I feel like I need to study before going in.
But it’s also a challenge. When I was in high school, I was on the FFA Horticulture Judging Team. This is how we trained. Go into a greenhouse and identify plants. Mostly by the leaves. Whoever gets the most wins.
It was high school all over again.
This is a trough filled with water lettuce. I bought 2 of these little rosettes. They spread very quickly and will fill my whiskey barrel in no time. It also has a resident turtle that spits. I’ve never seen a turtle that spits. Is that normal turtle behavior?
They have a ton of tomato plants. Thank goodness they were tagged because, as you know, the variety can’t be determined by the leaves.
I found this little guy behind a stump.
Beware! Chaos ahead!
But you just can’t beat the prices.
3-inch pots of geraniums where $1 each.
3-inch pots of herbs $1. 4-inch pots of lantana $1.50. Of course, we didn’t know this until we checked out. Probably a good thing. Needless to say, we loaded up the SUV and headed home happy.
We decided to stop at a small gas station and get something to drink and the clerk began talking to us about our day. We told her all about our great finds at the nursery. She asked us if we had been to the Amish nursery.
Amish nursery???? Immediately our ears perked as we had not heard of this nursery she spoke of. We grabbed our map and she directed us to Hwy 164. This is what we found.
Cleanliness. Orderliness. Tidiness.
Tags. Prices. Organization. I liked it.
The prices were a little higher than the other nursery, but the selection was great. I thought my vehicle was full but we did manage to find room for a few more plants.
As we were leaving, the rain began to fall along with the temperature. But we were dry, warm and tucked in with all our plants.
It was a good day and good times.