I don't mind being wrong...yet.

This morning our Master Gardener neighbors opened their annual plant sale. Perennials for a $1.

For some reason my oldest, E., who has no interest in gardening generally loves this sale and looks forward to it. This morning he was chanting to himself 'I'm not going to spend my dollar. I'm not going to spend my dollar.'

Over breakfast he was hoping they had some cactus. Cactus being so very handy when you're thirsty. Water being a problem up here in the Great Lakes states.

Being a hope-dasher I told him it was doubtful since the Neighbors fund their habit by dividing their own plants and Wisconsin is not a desert state. Still, he would not be dashed.

Stepping gingerly through lilies and rudbeckia with intense concentration he nearly spiked me with his prize. Hardy cactus. I eat my words. As long as they don't taste like cactus. In the next year or two I may need to taste some when E. harvests his prize. Two years is his harvest goal.

Meanwhile for the rest of the day he kept taking various brothers over to the sale to 'look.' After 4 times and 2 additional sales (another hardy cactus for J. and violet for I.) I asked him to give the neighbors a break. We homeschool and I didn't want them to think they were handy babysitters.

But as E. says, 'I'm not bothering anybody. They're just pretty mom.' And he's 10. I have some hope to convert him yet.