To say it's been awhile since I wrote on this section of the site would be an understatement. It's not been for lack of things to write about (as I'm sure you all know, there's always something going on in the garden, although since it is winter it's not quite as exciting as other seasons) but sometimes the sitting down and writing part requires an extra bit of inspiration. That inspiration came this last week when I attended an event at the Fleurish flower bar in Brentwood, which I wrote about on the site here.
Among other things (classes, workshops, events), Fleurish allows people to create flower arrangements using do-it-yourself kits, which meant I spent my Wednesday evening working with flowers and other cuttings (including olive branches!). As I worked with the flowers, I couldn't help but think of my grandfather on my mother's side, who was a florist in Oakland (and one of the kindest people you could ever meet). Rather coincidentally, I had recently found this photo of him (second from right in the back row). It's dated September 20, 1929, and titled "third generation florists."
There was something really cool about working with the flowers and feeling that connection to my grandfather while doing so. It also refueled my appreciation for my garden, which I was probably taking a little for granted (especially in this winter season) and served as a good reminder that, as easy as it is to get caught up in all the little things we feel we need to do every day, it's just as important to stop and quite literally smell the roses.