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This week, I decided to take a break from chronicling my humbling experiences with ranch life to highlight a charming slice of small-town living.
As I wandered through my new home in Harrington, something felt… missing. Sure, I have the essentials—a dog who acts like she owns the place and a sweet rancher who occasionally joins me for dinner. But my dark wood décor was practically begging for a splash of green.
What’s a woman in her early twenties to do?
Hit up the local florist, of course. Enter Country Touch Floral, a delightful haven of blooms, pots, and everything botanical. The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted by kind women who somehow sensed I had zero idea what I was doing. I might as well have been wearing a sign that said, “Plant newbie—proceed with caution.”
Now, I do have a cactus. It’s the definition of a low-maintenance roommate, yet I still forget to water it. (Note to self: water it today.) But despite my lack of a green thumb, the ladies at the florist patiently guided me through the shop.
They had everything: stunning floral arrangements, quirky mugs, and pots to match any aesthetic. The place was so inviting, that I nearly forgot I was there for a hanging plant.
Then, as if the universe wanted to reward my brave foray into indoor gardening, I discovered the florist was connected to the local pharmacy. And let me tell you, folks, this pharmacy isn’t your run-of-the-mill pill dispensary—it’s a whole experience lined with treasures I didn’t know I needed. Huckleberry maple syrup? Yes, please.
I spent a good hour browsing and mentally spending next month’s paycheck before realizing I was there for a plant, not a shopping spree.
Back at the florist, I proudly selected a small hanging plant—perfect for the open hook in my ceiling—and had it wrapped up like a tiny green gift. Driving home, I whispered “Hail Mary’s” for its survival on the slick, wintry roads.
I’m happy to report it made it safely, and I’m now the proud plant parent of… whatever it is I bought. (I’ll figure out its name later.)
Moral of the story? Small-town life has its quirks, and sometimes, a little green goes a long way in making a house feel like home.
Plus, you never know what gems you’ll find when you venture into a florist/pharmacy mashup. Next time, I’m coming home with that huckleberry syrup.
— Olivia Harnack is the editor at the Lincoln County Record-Times and is learning the ropes of rural life, one hay bale and farm dog at a time. You can reach her at 509-725-0101.
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