Gardeners are a distinct group. They don’t just admire plants, they have pitch forks in the trunk of their cars so they can dig them up—-from other people’s gardens. And if you are a fellow gardener, you won’t mind.
I was doing a little weeding in the front of my house last week and a woman in an SUV stopped in the middle of the road. She rolled down her window and asked me, “What is that pink flower growing by your mailbox?” I told her it was pink primrose and that they spread readily. She said, “GREAT! I’d love some.” My kind of gal.
I invited her to my back yard after the parked her car and we pulled up three batches of the plant for her to take home. Now if she’s the gardener I *think* she is, I’ll come home one day to find a new plant on my doorstep from her garden waiting for me.