T HE BIG CHARITY PLANT SALE NEARBY, “the” event of the season, was last Saturday, and I admit it: I fell off the wagon a time or two. Nobody I adopted cost $50 or $200, hallelujah, but there were two $35 babies in the back seat on the ride home, rare gold-leaf forms of an Aralia I can’t live without and nobody sells but this one guy….oh, you know the story (read: excuse). But generally speaking, I think all plants are priceless (to use Mastercard’s phrase): mere marigolds or a never-before-recorded thing found on an exploration slightly below the top of Yu Shan, the highest peak in Taiwan. They all fascinate me, some so much that I occasionally lose all sense and self control. Anyone want to confess to me and doodler Andre Jordan their teeny little binges? Anybody in a she’s-gotta-have-it race to the death with a garden “friend,” perhaps? Do tell.