1500 Posts!

Today, I'm celebrating here at Canada Garden.   It's been almost five years since I started this little blog.  I never dreamed that it would become like my baby, that I would be thinking about it so often, that I would be thinking about my readers (I have readers?!?), that it would help me slow down and notice the little things that bless my life,  and that it would motivate me to not only dream my dreams but also to go for them!

Before blogging, I was e-mailing pictures to my mom all the time, but those were also the days of dial-up and it took forever to upload pictures.  About that same time I found Grace--writer, actress, comedienne-- blogging/chatting away about her life in a way that made me feel like we were visiting over a good cup of coffee.  And I thought, maybe I could start a blog too. . . maybe?

So Canada Garden was started as an open letter to my mom, who lives in Michigan while I'm here in Illinois.  And now my mom blogs (I'm so proud of her!) and my daughter-in-law blogs, and I beg all my friends and family  who don't have a blog to please please start a blog so that I can hear all about what's happening in your life.  (Yes, I know and love Facebook, I really do.  I'm there everyday too.   But Facebook is the newsletter.  A blog is your own personal online art project.)

Five years ago, I posted mostly about the garden.  About our dogs.  About our family.  Tried really hard NEVER to complain about my day job, because I am thankful thankful for it. 

My floral design efforts are the subject of most of my posts.  They're all scrapbooked here--classes with Amy, who has taught me so much; and  my fellow students who turned out to be really sweet people and who are my friends today.  I didn't really include all the times I begged  my favorite florists for a part-time job (Saturdays only?  well, no we don't really need you), but it's okay now as I wander through all these pictures from the flower shows (James Lutke & Hitomi!) and the state conferences (Els!) and the ICPF classes (thanks Dee Dee and Judy!).  Cause something else was brewing. . .

This past year, I was blessed by Gail at The Farm with the best internship ever.  The. Best. Internship. Ever.  I've loved The Farm for years.  It was always one of my very favorite places to shop.  I've taken all my out-of-town guests there, took a few of my friends out there too.  (I remember going with Sharon, my friend who later passed away after her fight with breast cancer.  We shopped at The Farm and then stopped in at Morningstar for lunch.  I can see her sitting on that front porch now. I'm so glad we took the time.) 

Of course, gardening and floral designing isn't complete without photographing and blogging, so I started bugging Gail about a blog too.  And lo and behold, a new blog was born--yay! a blog for The Farm!

And then another blog for Flea Market to Fabulous.  And another blog for Petals & Co.  And maybe one for my hairdresser?  Who knows? 

The second most frequent type of post on the blog these days is about Betsy, of course.  She's only been here on this earth for a couple of years, but she'll probably overtake the floral design posts one of these days.  Canada Garden might need to be named Canada Garden & Betsy. . . or very soon, Canada Garden featuring Betsy & Kyle. . . Such blessings in my life, I am so so thankful.

Okay, I've gone way overboard in my musings about the blog, but for 1500 posts, I'll add just one more credit.  My husband Mark is the best husband in the world.  He fixes the computer when it breaks.  He listens to me rant when the computer's logic doesn't match mine--you can imagine how often that happens!  He backs up all my photos.  He buys me cameras and rechargeable batteries.  He takes care of the house and the dogs while I go off to class, to flower shows, and he never complains when I buy (more) flower supplies--or when I need more room to store them all.  He puts up with sticks and stems in the kitchen sink and on the  floor.  He sharpens my knife and my scissors.  He digs the holes, rakes the leaves, tills the garden, and endlessly endlessly tends the lawn in between the flower beds.  I am blessed indeed. 

If you've made it to this point, then you must be one of my faithful readers!  Thanks for taking the time to visit with me.  See you tomorrow!