The words came over the phone line last week, “You were in my dreams last night!” Not the usual entree into a conversation, but they bring a certain kind of music to the ears. And flattery will get you some place with me, if not everywhere. A. was calling to ask if I was available to put together pots of annuals at the garden center where she’s a manager. No creative restrictions. Do what I want. Terra cotta pots. Glazed pots. Large. Or larger. My choice. Like sending a kid free in a candy store, for heaven’s sake. And I’ve got my own potting shed and everything. Not bad for a short-term gig with pay and employee discount to boot!
My first day was a glorious one. Fresh air, carrying flats of flowers and stacks of pottery up and down the hill in the unseasonably warm weather. By lunch break I’d developed a fresh appreciation for ice-cold water.
The bubble-gum aroma of the snap dragons is a joyful ‘hello’ every time I walk by. And I never tire of those dear pansy faces, smiling in an array of color. I think this might be one of the all-time favorite jobs of my life. Yippee!