'Only boys who wear their wellies have a chance wit' me'.

My Tuesday started out in the best of good intentions. I had been convicted as only true southern women can be, by my March copy of Southern Living the week before. I was down and determined to have a better garden than last year. A garden worthy to grace the very Southern Living covers I idolize. So, Monday came with me, shovel in hand, cleaning out all the pots and re-planting what could be saved or that I wanted to be saved. Some harsh decisions were made, and lets just say when it comes to my Southern Living garden there is no room for second guessing your self. "Will the plant bloom or will it remain that ugly dried up brown eye sore  mocking me and my dreams of a beautiful flawless garden?" The mocking must end and only the fittest will survive.

Tuesday came all in spring sun. I made my way to our local CO-OP. I perused the shelves of the outdoor greenhouse with an acute and critical eye. Finally contented with my decisions, I went inside. I was very proud of myself and my will to only get what I needed. Then I saw them...garden wellies. My heart was all a flutter. Ever since seeing Keira Knightley in a pair at Glastonbury Festival a few years back, my love affair for the sturdy water-resistant boots began. I started to reach out to a pair, and then I caught myself or should I say my mother's voice inside my head began to annoyingly nag against the idea of an impulse buy. No, I can not. I still have to go to Lowe's and Terra Cotta. Besides they will be here in a week or two. A week or two or three or a month. With a steady resolve I carried my flowers to the check out line. I handed my card to be swiped and the clerk, quite aware of what she was doing, uttered this fatal sentence, " I saw you looking at our garden wellies, and I just wanted to let you know that they along with our other garden accessories are 20% off."