The guy at the native plant nursery who called me out on my lawn
I went to this little native plant nursery out in the county last Saturday, just looking for some shade perennials. The owner, this older guy named Roy, saw me loading up a flat of generic hostas and just straight up asked why I was wasting my money on stuff that does nothing for bees. I thought I was being a good gardener just by having plants, you know? He pointed to the strip of grass by my truck and said 'that right there is a food desert for everything but your lawnmower.' It hit different because he wasn't being rude, just matter of fact. He walked me over to a patch of wild bergamot and showed me a bumblebee basically drunk on it. I ended up leaving with a whole different cart full of goldenrod and milkweed plugs, and I'm actually kind of excited to rip out some of my front lawn this fall. Has anyone else had a nursery worker totally change what you thought you knew about gardening?