"You seen one cornucopia, you seen 'em all," muttered the President of the Garden Club, twirling florist wire around yet another cascade of grapes for the harvest supper centerpiece.
I am the sister of the President of the Garden Club. Long a dream, it is still hard for me to credit.
Saturday, November 21, 2015
meanwhile
Yes, thought the President of the Garden Club, she had sunk to this, making festive table wreaths for the ladies' auxiliary holiday potluck.
Friday, November 20, 2015
meanwhile
The President of the Garden Club preferred to be as charitable as possible when invited to view others' autumnal displays, but, oh, those everlasting hydrangias!
Sunday, March 22, 2015
and then
"I don't care," the President of the Garden Club muttered, turning away from the outdoor thermometer. "I'm never wearing my winter coat again!"
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
meanwhile. . .
The President of the Garden Club knew she ought to finish those dilly beans she put up last year before starting anything.
Monday, February 23, 2015
and meanwhile. . .
"That's torn it," said the President of the Garden Club, "I'm fixing to start those seeds anyway, spring or no spring."
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
meanwhile. . .
The President of the Garden Club about had a conniption fit when she thought about that Punxsutawney Putz or whatever the damn groundhog was called.
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