It's been a good long while but I think we're the kind of friends that can go MIA without feeling guilty. I've had some passing thoughts about just putting this place to bed, but I've come to terms with the fact that it doesn't have to be all or nothing. All you can do is the best you can do. Michael says this to me frequently.
Elmwood has been missed in the off season, and Michael too, now that he is living in California. Lots of changes but some things stay the same. My camera is still busted, I still don't have a car but I have been beyond blessed with work opportunities and the status quo has worked well this fall. My body no longer lets me sleep past 6am because so many flower market mornings have reset my clock. I'm dreaming of a warm winter with lots of orange blossoms and mornings spent in the sun. Wish me luck on that front.
Have flowers lost their charm these days? Maybe. But then again maybe it's just November. (Most likely the latter.) It's a hard time to arrange flowers- no local product yet and nothing is really hitting its stride anywhere but Australia. I miss the days of throw some weeds in it and call it done. There are no weeds to cut, so we pay an arm and a leg to get weeds flown in from California because their growing season defies time and space.
I better buck up because I have 400 Chilean peonies with my name on them for a wedding next weekend- the last wedding of the year. When people come to you for beautiful flowers, you give them what they want, November or not. But what I really want is a late morning in bed, a piece of pumpkin pie and Michael home for Thanksgiving. Let the countdown begin.