I have two distinct memories where I felt complete job satisfaction (I have more but most of those involve self-employment). The first, is me in a petite glass house on Mackinac Island removing dead blossoms off of geraniums while it rained outside. The second is the same scenario except I was in a big greenhouse outside the city. Greenhouse + rain = heaven. I love these greenhouse images by Joyce Lee taken for La Garconne.
ah! I have incredible memories of working in a glasshouse as well! I wasn’t a gardener, but the office manager for the nonprofit Friends organization that helped keep the victorian glasshouse running. I had a little room tucked at the back. It was always warm and cozy there, and I think gardeners have the sweetest souls on earth.
OK – Mackinac Island looks amazing! You have given me 2 vacation ideas in the last few days! Any more charming places to recommend?
It’s funny, in my family we all have a tendency to dead-head flowers wherever we go. There is something so satisfying about it. I have to physically restrain myself from attacking other people’s plants.
oh, those two scenerios sound so serene.
this just made my day! the smell of wet geraniums is pure summer to me.
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The sound of summer rain on the glass of a greenhouse must have been perfect–a really lovely post.