What a busy week it has been since I last updated you. My editor is home from his once in a lifetime photo trip so, for the time being, no more run-on sentences and the blogs will get posted with haste and not after four tries. I thank you for your patience. If all goes well, you will have to put up with my bad grammar just one more time, then we should be good.
Not only did my editor, slash darling husband, come home but 14 boxes were delivered.
I have selected some stunners, and I am already losing sleep about these flowers and they won’t even be harvested until mid February, fingers crossed.
A frost is in the forecast for the next two mornings. As flower growers call it “Frostmass.” The frost being the gift of the end of the season. A very long season, I might add. I have harvested what I can for a wedding next week. Fingers crossed that my altitude will work in my favor. I hate harvesting this early, but I am hedging my bets, and keeping all of my fingers, toes, legs and arms crossed that the flowers will be safe for the wedding, but alas, the end of the season is within sight. Yay! Boo. Yay!
I made a small bouquet to rest at a dear friend’s interment the other day. They were long family friends and they have come home to roost. Just a small token of thank you.
With a possible Frostmass in the next two days, stay tuned to the newsletter. There will be no Tuesday flower shed, I will be planting tulips. Friday? We will see. There might still be flowers for me to make bouquets and I will have dried flowers to offer. Stay tuned. Until next week. Here’s Steve.
Think flowers. Thank you , Allie