Nevada City

Prospector's Nursery

On a golden Friday afternoon in October, if you know where to look, you’ll find a congregation of scarecrows, not to mention pumpkins and angels, evergreens and antiques, french soap and old machinery. Prospector’s is one of the most beautiful nurseries that I have ever seen, and in autumn it has special attractions.

Outside, gravel paths lead through shade gardens and sunny bedding plants. Inside the barn-like building awaits a rustic wonderland of patina, an airy church of shabby chic and chippy paint. Dozens of Pie Safes and Baker’s Cupboards balance baskets upon baskets and galvanized everything. Ceramic cows and sheep graze adorably, immense lanterns hang from the loft ceiling, tools old and new abound alongside birdhouses you wouldn’t mind living in yourself.

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Beth Ford