As the days get downright gloomy, Christmas lights and over the top plastic displays start to sprout all over town… it’s fine for driving by but when I come home I prefer a little visual peace. Most of the time, we don’t do any decorating here… the cats would make short work of a tree in my small house and the outside is short on electrical outlets. ;0)
This year, my very talented friend Francoise Weeks was teaching wreath-making workshops… the conversation we had about that sparked a desire to have one, so I asked her if I could buy one of hers. She laughed at me and said no. Then she said she would make me a wreath on one condition… that I take some good photographs of it. My turn to laugh! Francoise is just one of the nicest people I have ever known and we have traded our talents for awhile now.
There are some fine and wonderful florists in our fair city but I am always drawn to the art of Francoise Weeks. She seems to have an infinite connection to her own wide universe and a capacity for the translation of it. If you can give her an idea or two about what you like, she can bring intricate miracles to the table. All it takes is a little time and some trust in her many talents.
These two arrangements are enhanced a bit by the dirt under the fingernails of the older and the band-aid of the younger… still, charm abounds! I love flower girls!
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Mandy was a delight to watch as she married her Marty in the low golden light at the temple… incense in the air.
From there to their lovely house full of friends… the kind of intimate, relaxed party everyone likes… a little prosecco, a little pie on a sweet and simple June day.