Pulling in, this was the view from my parking spot. The tall red plant (giving me the finger or saying the customer was #1) was probably some type of Amaranthus (possibly 'Tower Red') and I think the blue plant was Agastache (possibly 'Blue Fortune').
Still in the parking lot there was a living, or green wall on display. This one had some unusual choices in it, including some species of sumac. It was the first of many unusually displayed plants at Terrain.
... and this table planter.
In need of a private dinning spot for you and a select group of your friends? There were several spaces at Terrain that could be rented, and their café is a destination in itself, unfortunately I had already eaten.
Inside, there were many very nice things for sale, most of which I was able live without. However, I did gravitate towards a display of martini shakers made from Mason jars (for the classy redneck in me), but when I saw the $48 price tag I backed away quickly so as not to break one.
Medinilla magnifica is one of the lucky plants to have its own web site and had a place of honor near the cash register.
Even the area where bags of soils and mulches were kept was classed up by some well done hanging planters.
Looking down from the planters above, I nearly had apoplexy when I saw they were charging $18 for a bale of pine straw. Previously, I thought $8 was criminal, especially when there are people in my neighborhood who are kind enough to put in on the street for me in clear plastic bags. Perhaps it was some sort of rare artisanal pine straw, sustainably harvested and sold at fair trade prices.
I am not sure what I think of Terrain. It is certainly a beautiful place to wander, and I was awed by much of what I saw, and though it is true that plants are sold, to call Terrain a garden center would be somewhat misleading. It appears to be more of a lifestyle center where the restaurant and event rentals bring in as much money, if not more, than traditional garden related items. I would definitively recommend a stop, but personally, when I shop for plants I prefer a garden center run by people with Felcos strapped to their waists and worn, muddy boots on their feet.