In these stressful times we all need a place where we can go and find a sense of peace.
A place where we can go and find serenity.
That place differs for each of us.
It may be a spot in your home. The stillness of the woods. Standing by the ocean. A park bench.
For me it is the florist and greenhouses that my grandfather built in 1902. As I have written about before, it is a place, 10 minutes from my home, that I can visit as often as I want.
It is a place that after so many years is showing its age, and that means that there is constant work to be done. Recently it was found that the front greenhouse, the show house, had structural issues. So major renovations were in order.
Yesterday, on my way home from church, I stopped in to browse the annual artist and craft show that is held there. I also wanted to see the finished show house.
I call this greenhouse Aunt Rose's greenhouse. It was Great Aunt Rose, who loved me so dearly as a child and instilled in me a love of antiques, that kept her birds here.
It must have been warmer in there back in the day, but in recent years it has not been so warm in the cold months.
Now it is full of beautiful plants and flowers. The floor is heated and it is a cozy and inviting spot once again. I will be visiting often this winter when I need a break from the gray cold days.