Guilty Pleasure

I went to a garden center today to do some research for a little landscape design I am working on, and left with very itchy (figuratively-speaking) fingers.  I was touching and smelling everything in sight, all ga-ga with the plant pretties.  It was all I could do not to gather up a whole armful of 4" pots and race gleefully to the cashier.  With great restraint, I left empty-handed, though I might have salivated on a few perennials on the way out.  Supposing I had a yard, and supposing there were discretionary income (and time...) I could be a garden center junkie, no problem.