A gardener is.....

How true

 

That saved me getting beaten up by "big boys" in a subway when I was little. They wanted to know what the Ginger kid had in his bag. They all backed off when they found it was compost

 

Why are we all like that do you think?

 

Spot on. Years ago I got nagged by daughter to take her to Alton Towers and eventually agreed. While husband and daughter were being scared stiff on the white knuckle rides I visited a huge garden centre not a million miles from Alton Towers. Went completely bonkers (child in toffee factory syndrome) and crammed the quite large estate car to the gunnels with plants. Arrived back at Alton Towers to pick husband and daughter up....................whoops had left the front passenger seat empty but not the back seats or hatch back bit. Daughter was not impressed to have Rose Kiftsgate on her lap the whole way home to Scotland!

 

I'd just pee in the garden while out there tending to the plants.

I don't understand this point. Everyone likes chicken/cow/horse poo don't they?

I had a think back through all my cars. 3 large hatchbacks, a small hatchback that I kept for a grand total of 5 weeks, another smallish hatch that I hated, and 3 large estates, 2 of which being Volvo 940s, which at one time officially held the title of largest luggage capacity of any mass produced car.

 

Does everyone find a plastic plant label in a pocket of every piece of clothing they put on ? I do !

 

Funny you should say that FC. There's a garden just a few minutes from where I live that I have to pass when I walk to the village. For the past three years I've had my eye on a dwarf Fuschia there, haven't plucked up the courage to knock on the door and ask for a cutting and have also had thoughts like you. But no I couldn't do it, I've never been a thief, never could be a thief and knowing my luck I'd get caught in the act!

On the other hand, we've got a smart new prison on the island......luxury!

 

So why haven't we got the courage to ask and be done with. The worst thing that can happen is the word NO!

 

how about compost-y socks? no? i usually wear crocs when im gardening & when potting up ect compost almost always manages to fall through the little holes in them dirtying my socks...seriously i haven't got a single decent pair of socks anymore, oh the shame of it

 

Suppose it depends on th size of the cutting! One Christmas my Mother spied some very nice Holly with berries just over a fence into a wood. MUCH against my Father's better judgement/wishes he was persuaded by my Mother to arm himself with some loppers and gather some of the said Holly the next day. We all returned and sort of stood guard while Father climbed over the fence and starting collecting branches of Holly. Unfortunately the gamekeeper (well think that's who it was) appeared so Mother and us children scarpered leaving poor Father to explain why he'd been caught red handed with armfuls of Holly! I'm not sure he ever forgave my Mother and we never had Holly decorations after that!