Like many things in this yard, it started life as an ugly bare root stick from Burgess Seed and Plant. (If I'd know we would still be here decades later, perhaps I would have invested in fancier plants.)
Burgess sent out pulpy catalogs packed with flower and vegetable porn, so on winter days you could daydream about Paw Paw trees, Red Colossal Gooseberries, Luffa Sponge Vines and 200-pound watermelons.
They sold exotics like Angel Trumpets and giant elephant ears that only grow in places with black soil and steamy summer nights. But Burgess was happy to mail anything up to Seattle. Like most things in life, the reality often didn't match the fantasy.
Now the Burgess company is combined with Gurney and you can browse online, but that's not as much fun as the old newsprint catalog that always came in January.
Well, duty calls. I'm off to the Cafe this morning. Hopefully, the the new menu price shock is wearing off.
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