a rotting deck. Ick. Leaving that 1st appointment I saw a book by May Sarton on her bookshelf. Dahlings, anyone loving May Sarton is my bosom friend. I left with borrowed books & a new friend.
Time passed My Dear Lady installed her garden & built the French doors & The Garden Room.
More time passed and My Dear Lady introduced me to her dearest friend. Yes, I designed her garden too.
My Dear Ladies are retired school teachers and owned an antiques business for decades. Driving a used school bus they scoured northern USA for their southern antiques shop. Can't you see My Dear Ladies loading that school bus & driving stuffed with antiques?
Every Saturday nite My Dear Ladies & I are in The Garden Room, above. Wine, canapes & conversation. Always out to dinner late, in a rush, we talk so much. Sometimes, midweek, we convene, as we did last night. Other times we head off to Scott's monthly antique show..
Occasionally we've convened in the hospital, both people & pet!
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Last Christmas my family situation 'blew-up'. Being a smart girl I drove to My Dear Ladies & The Garden Room. Ha. We had a fabulous Christmas. Last nite we tenderly broached the subject because we want to do it again. We are.
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It was presumptuous telling a client to knock a hole in their wall and build a new room. Little did I know I was designing my own sanctuary.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara