Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Everything happens in May

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.


flwrjane said...

Happy Anniversary!

everything does happen in May, as evidenced by the circles under my eyes and the rather"uneven"skin tone.

Glad you're on this coast now, bet we'll get to meet for real some day!

xo jane

bowstreetflowers said...

Jane.... Trying to encourage my assistant, Kristina to meet you when she and her Partner move to Baltimore in June. I'll work on it! Second best to meeting you myself for now!

marlowe said...

Well, May-child, how happy I am that you were here first to get me started in N.E. I still remember driving from Newton to Brookline to see you on my first day in Boston -- terrified of the "Boston drivers" but determined to see you!
Beautiful May.

bowstreetflowers said...

And look at you on those roads now! Beepbeep!

Falls Flowers said...

We should all meet in the middle one day. The furthest south that Mme Blanche goes is NYC. Perhaps a big apple rendezvous is in order? I did not know that Kristina was leaving! Who will replace her???

flowers on my table said...

Congratulations on all counts! Have a great weekend, love Linda x