I was writing a check at the market today and noticed the date. May 18th. Twenty-one years ago I arrived from California at Logan Airport with my dog Pickles to begin our lives as New Englanders. I'd been to Martha's Vineyard the previous summer where I'd met Joe. Nine months later Joe, Pickles and I settled into an apt in Providence, Rhode Island.
Eight years ago, I signed the final papers to purchase Bow Street Flowers where I'd been a designer for five years. May 18th. An auspicious date I think.