Nine years ago I started a business I’d been dreaming of for most of my married life.
A few months ago I said good bye to that business and, because I like to go all out no matter what I do, I threw a goodbye party in the garden where it all began.
I thought it might be bittersweet. Hard to let go. Painful even.
It has been none of those things.
The best part of my business has always been my garden and I haven’t lost that. If anything, my garden has become more precious to me, as it is once again a place of refuge, rather than a portfolio of my style and skills.
Which is a good thing, because the crop of weeds I had growing didn’t say a whole lot about my style and skills . . .
As a matter of fact, my next door neighbor, while commiserating with me on my inability to get ahead of those nasty opportunists, confided that she occasionally fantasied about getting out her rototiller!
Thankfully, my sweet husband okayed getting in some outside help, and Shyanne powered through both the front and back gardens in a two day long weeding marathon.
Which means the rototiller can stay where it belongs . . . next door! Whew . . .
Flowering has already started to slow down so I had every gardener’s lament on my lips as the guests arrived “You should have seen it last week!”
Along with, “Have a glass of wine and something to eat!” of course . . .
I am so thankful for everyone who came and celebrated the end of an old dream and the beginning of a new one.
I had the loveliest time with all of you. My only regret is that I couldn’t snuggle down into the sofa in the gazebo and have a long, leisurely visit with each and every one of you.
Perhaps what’s needed are a string of intimate, one on one parties . . .
There’s still a little wine left.
If you couldn’t make it, here’s a virtual party. I wish I had more shots of the actual party, but, I was so busy enjoying it, I forgot to document it . . .
The sign of a successful party rather than a neglectful photographer???
Ahem . . .
Enjoy the party.