My husband loves cars, among other things. I love plants, among other things. This past Saturday, we made a happy trade. My husband who happens to be the president of the San Diego Volvo Club was coordinating a road excursion through East County. The words were not quite this way, but close enough: Ride with me on the San Diego Club Volvo Tour through the back roads of East County. It will end with a jaunt through Simpson’s Nursery in Jamul. You have a deal, I respond, remembering my fondness for the nursery. I change other plans and rise to join my husband on a great jaunt.
I am constantly amazed at what you can find in a place where you think you have seen it all. Traveling the backroads of Highway 78, to parts of Escondido, El Cajon, then Jamul, you realize you can take much for granted. Early spring travels among this rugged landscape make you feel fortunate. I am reminded of Sonoma and Napa. The landscape is breathtaking, actually. It helps you to realize that life has more than its share of adventure in your own backyard.
When we ended at Simpson’s Nursery my spirit, tired from a long week, began to bounce back. Jim eyed hanging plants and suggested that maybe we should hang them on the posts outside our family room window. I made a soft chuckle. But honey, I suggested, I am not sure that will work because I can’t water hanging plants with the boat in the way. Jim replies, Oh, the boat. Yes, the boat. It still sits on the patio. (Refer to March 7, 2010 post for further details.)
That said, we had fun. Jim knows my passion, after him of course, is to visit a nursery. Simpson’s Nursery is a happy compromise between one person’s penchant for autos and another’s for plants. I bought a drawf Olive tree as well as squash and cucumber. It was smart of my husband to land at a nursery at the end of the trail. It makes for peaceful co-existence. Wise man. Glad I married him.