Weekend Update

I  had to scramble this morning. I started working on the finishing touches for the soivohle.com website and time got away from me. I still made it and we are now open. One good thing about blogging is that I can stop and start, according to my traffic flow. The street is busy today, and the florist across from us must have a new delivery of tropicals because there are several types of palm out on their front walk. I had a sandwich board, that I would put out for sales and the like, but Mr. Z stole it and now uses it for his organics. I need another one. Maybe if I talk to my neighbor nicely she will hook me up with a Realtors sign. Which is what we made the first one out of. The image <<<< to the left here is of our gift box. White (for now) and is available in several sizes. I used to have the gift box and packaging option on our website, but removed it and forgot to put it back. Now it is back and the option is a simple one. Free gift wrapping on all orders (not including samples). We will ship directly to your party and include a card with your inscription. I am boxing Petite Pots today, am completely out of Daybreak Violin in this size. Very happy with the warmer weather, again. A little rain, but I will take it.. Have had a nice little stretch here but I I hear the motion buzzer so I must go. If I don’t get back here before Sunday, Happy Mothers Day, where it applies.

Peace, & Blessings, ZZ……

The Important Stuff

At some point in life and work we must decide what is important to us. Do we go with the flow content to be a follower, or do we listen to our inner voice and take a more individual approach. Like Frost’s Road Not Taken. It does in many ways make all the difference. And often the things we see as important are of little value to anyone else. All I have been able to think about today are my plants. Yesterday I purchased several veggie plants for my garden and some new seeds. Rain has kept me from going out and working in the garden, and all I can do is think about how wonderful the basil and tomatoes will taste. The green beans sauteed with a bit of garlic in olive oil, the chard and kale, how they last way into the fall, and the cabbage for summer slaw. My beautiful red dogwood has lost most of it’s blossoms now and the leaves are coming on. Everything is green, the grass needs mowing, and birds of all sorts are busy building nests and raising babies. Sometimes I feel that this is my real life and that I am not really a part of anything else, just an onlooker. I have heard artists, particularly actors describe themselves as being impostors, just waiting for the gig to be up, and someone to find them out.  I can’t say that I have felt so strongly before, maybe I am at a crossroads, or the routine of work has become less than inviting. And then again I have always been somewhat of an outsider. It is possible for one to love what they do and have success at it without feeling the need for acceptance by the larger machine. Perhaps this is why some actors spend their careers making meaningful and small independent films. I know that for me the passion for my work is never greater than when I am birthing an idea. The act of creation is so strong and beautiful. Not unlike working in the garden. It is all about the planting of seeds and nurturing them to maturity. It’s about being able to distinguish between the fluff and the important stuff.

Peace & Blessings, ZZ…