I recently made a quick overnight visit to my parents’ home in Newport Beach. Since it was a rare occurrence of me driving down all by myself with no kids, dog or constant whining in tow, I thought I’d make a quick stop at Roger’s Garden in Corona del Mar and pick-up a plant for my parents.
I hadn’t been to this garden store in years. I think my last visit was when I was a new bride shopping for Christmas ornaments for our first tree. As a child, I remembered frequent visits to this special spot; strolling through the garden lined pathways, attending garden lectures with my mom on DIY moss hanging baskets (something that Roger’s Garden is famous for), and when I was a teen with a $10 budget seeking out birthday gifts for friends.
My quick stop turned into a long, meandering visit. Even my sweet memories didn’t give this garden spot proper credit. My old friend simply looked great— like she’d lost 10 pounds and was beautifully, eclectically dressed with a fabulous bag slung over her shoulder.
The overall bones of the place hadn’t changed— it’s a huge space that takes up a Newport Beach city block— but surprises captivated at every turn as I strolled around the hanging moss planters, the information shop and the rose garden.
The rose garden. Ah, the rose garden…it was there that it hit me. Not only had Roger’s Garden transformed with time so had my gardener’s heart. My appreciation for the abundant mix of garden beauty left me with goose bumps, fresh inspiration and a few shopping bags filled with treasures as I got back on the road.
Yes, I did remember the plant.