Be Careful What You Wish For
You know that phrase "Be careful what you wish for?" It's usually in reference to things like wishing ill upon somebody else, or cutting too big of a piece of pie after dinner.
In our case however, it was a bit more serious. Last year, we did weddings. Lots of weddings, all the way through November. Indoor weddings, outdoor weddings. Burgundy weddings, blush weddings, green and white weddings. The weddings were wonderful - we had such wonderful clients, such opportunity for creativity and beauty, and the creation of such special moments.
Yet, it came at a high cost.
Unbeknownst to us, as we were toiling away on weddings, something was slowly slipping away - our actual flower growing. We fell behind on growing flowers - large beds were completely empty because we had failed to plant anything in them.
It happened without our knowledge. Our weekends were booked with wedding work. I was working longer hours at my job during the week, and it felt like the only time we got to spend with each other was working on weddings. And a tray of basil didn't get planted. Or the amaranthus didn't get started. "I'll get to it next week" I'd say. Or that I would get home early the next night and plant them out.
Except it didn't happen. And we came up short on flowers. The locally grown beautiful flowers that had gotten us into this whole venture were missing.
At the end of the year, we asked ourselves some long and hard questions. Why had we started this whole venture? What brings us joy? What is most meaningful?
While we enjoyed the revenue from the weddings, we realized that we did not enjoy doing weddings. It stressed us out, stressed us out as far as growing, and we were spending all our free time creating and making the happiness of other people, mostly at the expense of our own.
I remember that we were waiting for an outdoor wedding to be finished. We walked around, watching from afar to see when it would be over. And as soon as the last guest left, we were running around in the dark, dumping arrangements into garbage bags, collecting vases, using our phones as flashlights to see. Hardly the beautiful dreamy tablescape experience that we all think of with weddings.
In the end, we decided that growing is much more our passion. We also decided that design was still a passion, but we wanted to head in a different direction than weddings. Unusual, possibly even blasphemous, but for our sake we needed to get back to our roots in gardening and everyday joy of growing and cultivating beauty.