Sometimes I'm slightly annoyed when people proclaim how much they dislike carnations. Look at these beauties, with their antiqued color. And they smell fabulous. When I was a little girl and my mother took me into flower shops to order this or pick up that, the strongest scent I always noticed was the spicy carnation. They're so familiar to me. We even planted them in the garden (Mom allotted me a small area that I could grow anything I wanted. It was always overgrown with mint and herbs and white roses and peonies). I LOVED them as a little girl and was beyond crushed when the rabbits came and ate them all.
Today is a good day. I am actually for once (and certainly not for long) caught up on every single estimate, email and phone call. And it's 80 degrees outside and tonight I leave for a little pre-wedding season vacation. Tonight we're sleeping in a choir loft and tomorrow we'll wake to a rain storm. We've packed tea, uno and cribbage. The guitar and banjo are tuned. I've kissed Bootleg & Tippie kitten 100 times and packed my bag. See you all on Friday.