One of many fine 1920s buildings in downtown Asheville;
note the green tile roof.
Last time on Love Blooms in Asheville we eavesdropped on the love-struck gardeners, George and Alice, who had just met and were discovering all they had in common. Let's catch up on their conversation that afternoon in a downtown Asheville bistro:
And George, I grow a lot of shade plants--
I do too, Alice!
Oh, all kinds. You know George, there are so many pretty hybrids and I--
This won't work Alice.
What?! What do you mean?
I can't possibly have a relationship with someone who grows non-native plants.
George rises abruptly, knocking over his glass of organic red wine.
Alice gasps as the wine splashes on her white Patagonia Synchilla fleece vest.
Alice, what have I done?
Never mind George. Just go.
Alice, are you crying?
Well George, you didn't let me finish my sentence. I was about to tell you--the rhododendron hybrids were already in the garden when I bought the house. But that probably doesn't matter to you. You probably think I should have dug them all up. Now please, leave me alone.
George sits down.
Alice, I'm sorry. I was just so surprised. It seemed like we were on the same wavelength in every way, and then, when you said you grew hybrids--well, it made me wonder if I really knew you.
But George, we've only been talking for an hour. You said you thought I was your soul mate but you don't know me yet. You probably don't even know that you ruined my vest.
Alice, give me a little credit. I understand about red wine stains. And I even know your vest is made from recycled plastic bottles. It's one of the things that drew me to you.
Yes. I thought, "There's a woman who cares about the environment." Won't you give me another chance Alice? At least let me buy you a new vest?
Oh, you don't have to do that.
Well, could I buy you a plant then?
Oh George, you're sweet. You know, I actually do need some organic vegetable starts for the sunny spot in my garden. You could get me some of those?
Sounds good. Let me take you to my favorite nursery.
They stand and walk to the door.
This will be fun, George. I wonder if we have the same favorite nursery? I'm really looking forward to growing my own vegetables in the front yard this year.
Vegetables in the FRONT yard, Alice?
They stop and stare at each other. Alice sighs.
George, haven't you heard of edible landscaping?
Did your mother tell you it was tacky to grow vegetables in the front yard?
Alice heads out the door.
Come on, George. Before your nursery, let's go around the corner to Malaprop's. I want to show you some books by Rosalind Creasy....
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