The Garden Party

Last Sunday Irene had her art show and Garden party. It's her annual fall gathering of friends and neighbors. We serve veggies and dip, and barbecued meatballs (the tried and true sauce recipe: one bottle grape jelly and one bottle ketchup. Delicious. No one will ever know.) Also brownies and cream puffs. With clothespins, we help Irene hang her water color paintings on her clothes line. She has worked on these paintings all year in an art class she attends once a week. She chose a tee shirt that says, "Bloom where you are planted." And she carried her flowered wallet, telling me, "This is where I'll keep my money."
Over the two hours we held it, about thirty guests came, and, along with the ever-present bees, snacked and lounged around on the swing and lawn chairs, and purchased Irene's paintings for three dollars each. She never let go of her lunch/cash box, but hugged everyone and gave tours of her house and garden. She is one happy camper, and is saving her earnings for her trip to Sun Valley with me later this week.