Post last updated: December 17th, 2017
So I’m on this strict budget, right? So much so that I don’t allow myself to have things I want. It all boils down to this – I want to be able to eat those last few months before I turn 62 and qualify for Social Security. For the last two years, I have refused to pay $4.99 for a hibiscus in a one gallon pot. Instead, I begged everyone to be on the look-out for hibiscus seeds. My friend Ginny managed to find one hibiscus seed; my sister found about ten that she said came from a pink hibiscus. I didn’t know how long it would take to sprout these seeds or if they would sprout but I had infinite patience. After all, the price was right.
My refusal to pry my wallet open doesn’t mean I don’t wander into the big box stores to lust over pretty plants. I’m usually after something of real need but tend to park at the Garden Center end to do my lusting on the way to the needed item. You understand this, right? I think guys do this with tools, don’t they? Their wives would freak out if they came home with yet another tool so they just look at them.
Recently, on my way to the needed item, I stumbled on a giant hibiscus in a three gallon pot for $7.00. It was a double hibiscus that took my breath away. It looked nothing like the pink hibiscus photo on the Classic Double Pink Hibiscus tag attached to one of the branches. For starters, it wasn’t pink. It was pastel peach. Seven dollars for a giant hibiscus suddenly looked affordable. I looked up and down the aisle and visually dared anyone to snap up one of those beauties before I got my hands on one. I couldn’t get it to the cashier fast enough. I’ll just have to eat dog food at 61-1/2.
Now here’s the thing. In order to protect my $7.00 investment, the hibiscus needed a pot allowing it to be easily moved into Momma’s greenhouse for the winter. One must protect an investment, right? A three gallon hibiscus requires a very large pot. Even in the unreachable rafters at Wal-Mart, a pot that large would cost $22. Ahem. I could not allow my long-admired hibiscus to set me back an additional $22 even if it was a deep red pot that would have emphasized those red antler thingies in the center of the hibiscus flower. Such a purchase would have reduced me from dog food to expiring of hunger at 61-1/2.
I thought about it a couple days. Finally, I remembered a very large pot I had purchased years ago that was sitting empty in the Fern Bed. I had walked by it, around it, or past it all the days I was pondering what to do about my hibiscus but I couldn’t “see” it until my mind remembered it while sorting and sifting for solutions. Isn’t that funny? How the solution can be right in front of you but you can’t see it?