It was a truly gorgeous day, clear and cool, for taking in a plant sale, and the one hosted by the venerable Rhode Island Wild Plant Society in Kingston has long been touted as one of the best in creation. We finally got there, but we arrived a bit late, and, we quickly learned, all of the great stuff goes fast and early, even to members, who can shop an hour before the general public. OK, wait until next year. But any modest disappointment was assuaged by a visit to a friend's nearby garden—a friend who had a very nice shade plant waiting for me, and, like gardeners everywhere, offered other fine plants I liked in her light-challenged sections. Would that I had similar gifts for her. She also showed me what she thought was a mystery nest in a hanging plant, and when I tried to examine it to determine the identity of the builders, I got a definite shock. The nest, which I'm guessing was the work of Carolina Wrens, was actually occupied! There were five, recently laid eggs, but one of them was broken. Quickly, I put the nest back in the plant. I hoped that we'd done no inadvertent harm and that the Wrenlings would be fine.