Flower Therapy

This hot weather has made me tired and cranky, which is not a good thing when you are known as the “Laughing Lady." To make matters worse July is a slow month for florists and brides don’t want to get married when it’s 95 degrees. (What the heck is wrong with them anyway!) My crew has abandoned me and their overalls to don bikinis at various shore locations on the eastern seaboard.

Last night I set my alarm for 5:00 am with every intention of getting up at my normal hot weather time. This morning when the music came on something in me snapped. I CANNOT STAND ANOTHER 95 DEGREE HUMID DAY!!!  (Believe me, the caps are necessary.) I had to fix my mood or change the farm name to Cranky Pants Flower Farm. So, instead of harvesting 10 million stems of celosia (it’s true, I counted), I listened to music and ate another slice of fresh peach pie. It was very yummy but not enough.

So, instead of chopping down weeds in the afternoon I designed a centerpiece in a beautiful new pedestal vase from BHLDN, with pink and white flowers. Barbie dream house, girly pink. Pink flowers make me happy. No one was there to tell me the pink should really be a little darker, or maybe not that pink, that’s too apricot or use the brown lisianthus instead of white, it’s ombre! I know some people like brown flowers, but really, brown? Pink therapy, an air conditioned studio, and dancing to the latin music stream is just what I needed. After making pink bouquets for Terrain tonight I finished the last piece of peach pie. If I’m not careful I’ll have to change the farm name to Chubby Lady Flower Farm. Tomorrow it’s back to work at 5:30 am. Or maybe I’ll make another peach pie instead. Good night.