You’ll laugh, but the horticultural choice for retired dentists these days? Daylilies. (My dentist worked on teeth for decades to support his daylily habit, and he was impressed (a) that I knew about the grand quest to breed, without gene splicing, a blue daylily, and (b) I was the only patient who didn’t immediately bring up the dentist song from “Little Shop of Horrors.” At the time, I was running a carnivorous plant gallery, and I was equally sick of visitors, that like his patients, were the first sentients on this planet to make a connection and scream “Feed me, Seymour!” over and over, like a football cheer, until they got a response. Well, a response other than yelling back “Brawndo’s got what plants crave!”)
You’ll laugh, but the horticultural choice for retired dentists these days? Daylilies. (My dentist worked on teeth for decades to support his daylily habit, and he was impressed (a) that I knew about the grand quest to breed, without gene splicing, a blue daylily, and (b) I was the only patient who didn’t immediately bring up the dentist song from “Little Shop of Horrors.” At the time, I was running a carnivorous plant gallery, and I was equally sick of visitors, that like his patients, were the first sentients on this planet to make a connection and scream “Feed me, Seymour!” over and over, like a football cheer, until they got a response. Well, a response other than yelling back “Brawndo’s got what plants crave!”)