But I would marry Tractor Supply Company. I went there today and got a pig’s knuckle for the dog (verdict? Ten whole minutes of barking at it before she has settled into gnawing on it), morning glory seeds (for use only in planting, according to the package), plant food, Frontline for dog and cats, a cool basket to put a wedding present in and a wedding present.
It’s not until I go into Tractor Supply Company that I understand my parents’ love of Wal-mart. If I didn’t have to drive clear to Ashland City, I might go to Tractor Supply every day.
Had to come back to Bates’ for rose food, though. But only because Tractor Supply was out, not because they never had any.
I meant to try to mow the lawn today, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.
Spoken like a ‘true’ gardener!
I love Tractor Supply. When I’m at my place in Pennsylvania, I have to go to TSC practically daily. Where else can you get industrial strength critter traps, baby chicks and a sparkly rodeo shirt all in the same place?
And, why wasn’t I told about Bates’ long ago? They had the roses I’ve been hunting for, but alas, were out of cemetery hydrangeas.
It is bizarre to admit this, but the way you feel about Tractor Supply and your parents feel about Wal*Mart… I feel that way about Staples. I get almost giddy in all those office supplies. It’s something about organization and the possibilities thereof.
I’m excited yet terrified about The Container Store coming here. I fear I might need an intervention.
I wonder if the “for use only in planting” message is tied to the old rumor that morning glory seeds are hallucinogenic.
I feel pretty certain that it is.
For me, going to TSC is like going to a toy store! I could go broke buying stuff for my horse that he doesn’t need! Don’t get me started on their clearance shelf!