I love zinnias. When we wed a few years back, I grew my own flowers. Well, not just me, but 11 other women as well. I sent out an invite in an over-sized vellum envelope with a packet of seeds to women who rock my world in the spring and come September 17, buckets of flowers began arriving at my house. The invite:We all gathered and arranged for hours. It was one of my favorite parts of my wedding. I bought some wheat and millet for added texture in the bouquets but other than that, all bouquets and arrangements were grown and constructed by ladies I love. We wore them in our hair too.
Man, I wish I’d had a blog during my wedding planning. It was a definite DIY affair complete with white China purchased from garage sales and thrift stores, best friend-made guest book and food made by the moms that people still talk about.
Alice was the flower girl. It was affordable (which allowed for an excellent wine selection. yeah. I know what is important.) and very very fun.
And so back to my 2007 zinnias. geez. They obviously carry a bit of nostalgia now. They are a welcome cheeriness in a smoky western Montana. I love that they are hardy, colorful and bloom when little else is blooming except rudbeckia.
That is such a wonderful idea! Almost makes me want to officially marry my hubby so I can have friends grow the flowers.
Really, that is just one of the best ideas I’ve ever heard! It’s just so meaningful, having friends devote garden space all summer for your event.