If you’ve driven by Ott’s Exotic Plants dozens of times and haven’t stopped yet, you are missing out. In the world of southeastern PA plants, this place is one of the greatest we’ve found. I’ve wanted to take my daughters to Ott’s nursery for quite some time. From the rural road, the Ott’s Greenhouse stands out vibrantly full of life. And that’s before you even step inside. Schwenksville’s roadside gem offers adventures untold for plant lovers, nature lovers, and wide-eyed children alike. Here’s a snapshot of what we found inside.
For the second year in a row, it’s going to be another rainy Mother’s Day. Luckily last year our family went to see the Lombardi Trophy. It was a great day at the Home of the Philadelphia Eagles, Lincoln Financial Field. We got our pictures taken with the Super Bowl trophy and then went out to Nifty Fifty’s for burgers and shakes. They gave me a free flower and it was pretty much a perfect day. I’m feeling a little less optimistic about Mother’s Day 2019. This year the weather looks pretty terrible—cold with a high of 52 and more rain. So, I’ve been scouring all over the web to find indoor Mother’s Day activities to enjoy on a rainy day.
Does your family have a lot of traditions? How about secret traditions? One of the cutest and most fun graduation ideas I stumbled upon while scrolling through my Facebook feed last year. I happened upon the suggestion to get your child’s teacher to sign a copy of the most iconic children’s book about graduation, career, and life in general—Dr. Seuss’s “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” And, it’s brilliant. This makes a wonderful annual tradition that you do in secret, sneakily getting teachers to sign the book with a special message. An “Oh the Places You’ll Go” Signature Book becomes a gift full of graduation quotes and end of school year thoughts from beloved teachers. Then, come high school graduation or college graduation, you have a truly sentimental gift for your beloved child as they go off on their own into the world.
Somebody, please pass me the tissues. It’s just my allergies, I swear.