When Did THAT Happen?

I constantly have to remind myself that time is always in motion – minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, days to weeks and so on… It is easy to forget how time keeps turning – then I have weird “OMG” moments like I had today at work…

On Monday, 17 June 2013, I sent my SBF (Sweet Boyfriend) Martin the pic below. It was my way to share with him my “hard work” in getting the planter watered outside our store. We had planted it together a few days earlier and I wanted to let him know it was still green and alive and well. I was pleased.

Planter Pic early summerIt’s not like its any sort of exotic planting, or any crazy, lush “moment” but Martin helped me plant it and we had fun doing it together. I thought it looked great – and hoped that maybe it would grow over the summer and “fill in” a little bit.

Fast forward a little over twelve weeks – this is how that same planter looks today, Saturday, 21 September 2013 –

Planter pic early Fall 13I know, right? The planter is now like this insanely overgrown “forest” – and as I looked at it, I thought to myself, “When did THAT happen? I have to take a pic and send it to my Sweet Boyfriend. It will make him smile.”

Then I thought to myself again, “And when did THAT happen? Martin is no longer my SBF, he’s now my legally-married husband/spouse/partner.” And that thought made ME smile.

I think we all too often forget that every day is a singular, beautiful moment in our lives – moments that usually just get “lumped together” to make a week, or a month. We look forward to “special days” when we should realize that every day is special. And we – me! – sometimes forget to be thankful for every day we are/I am given, to celebrate even the smallest joys and to never, ever take any day for granted.

Seeing those flowers today – really seeing them, and how big they had gotten – made me realize that maybe I have just glossed over quite a few days these past few weeks.

I am gonna’ have to start paying closer attention – I’d hate to miss something awesome…

Get Lost – Weekend Edition

Sometimes, when life gets a bit too complicated and insane for me, I like to get lost… I grab my beloved Martin, my main man and support system, and we just go “off the grid” for a day, a weekend, sometimes just an hour or two. Today was one of those days.

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Last week was challenging one for me on MANY levels so I was pretty happy to be “off” this weekend (when you own your own business you are never really off but my business partner and I cover for one another every other weekend so we can get away a bit). Today Martin and I “escaped” to one of Cleveland’s often overlooked treasures, the Rockefeller Park Greenhouse. I had been before but it had been quite some time since my last visit, and my Sweetie had never been so away we went.  I won’t bore you with all the historical facts and such about the greenhouse; you can get them all by following the link above. I will say the greenhouse is unassuming and welcoming – it is not big and overdone like other horticultural exhibits in our city.

The greenhouse just sits quietly, perched on a hilltop overlooking Lake Erie at the entrance to what was originally The Boulevard of the Allies, now know as MLK Boulevard.

orchid detail


There is something magical about a greenhouse, and Rockefeller Park is no exception. There are no “amazing exhibits,” no fancy butterfly enclosures or arid desert environments; rather, it is a quaint, historic structure full of beautiful but fairly common plants. That said, there is something rejuvenating, something renewing about being inside a greenhouse. The air is rich, full of odors – the scent of flowers, the moist richness of damp earth, the smell of water and bricks and steam heat. It makes me feel connected to the earth somehow  and I like that feeling.


orchid spary


I think John Muir, Scottish-born American naturalist, author, and early advocate of preservation of wilderness in the United States, said it best:

“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” 

While a greenhouse is technically not nature, it is a capsule, an approximation of things natural and beautiful. Martin and I will go back there – soon…

Please click on any image above to be directed to the Facebook page for the greenhouse. All photo images my own.