How tired? Too tired to feel my legs last night.
How busy? So busy that by 11:00am, the idea of an annual post holiday staff flogging had taken hold in Gwen's and my mind and we laughed till we cried. Unfortunately, (or not), everyone worked so hard, we couldn't decide on a victim. Though when I put The Sound Of Music CD on so the designers could yodel along to The Lonely Goatherd, I was undoubtedly a contender.
My favorite moment: when GG called for help from the front of the store. When I asked what they needed I thought she said lemonade. In disbelief, I echoed lemonade? We had just done a Starbucks run...but it turned out they needed lemon leaves. Ah. This played out in front of about 30 customers. Then of course we all wanted lemonade. Such is the life of a florist during a major holiday.
Everyone is awake now and we are about to go out and gambol in the garden. There will be mowing and weeding and watering and sowing. And then a big collapse and napping.
Happy Mothers Day to all. May your heart be filled with the sound of music and your peonies burst open in triumphant beauty.
P.S. I understand from friends that Miss P.'s charming guest post did not show up on their blog lists. I know not why, but this was unhappy making news. If you didn't get to read it do so immediately:)
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