I met a darling man tonight who grows flowers on 2 delicate acres of farmland tucked in the hustle and bustle of the wealthy la di da hamptons. Dahlias, Zinnias, and cosmos that are complete perfection. It is paradise. I was fortunate enough to be escorted to his "secret garden" where few are allowed entry. I had to promise I would forget where we were when I left. I could never forget. A real life secret garden. The stuff dreams are made of for the average person, let alone a FLORIST. Are you kidding me? Get out! (queue elaine from Seinfeld) Seriously! I'm going to buy bunches and bunches of his flowers for a wedding in a couple weeks and I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. When the wedding is finished, he said he would take me surfing. For real. What luck, huh? Feeling pumped, happy, and excited about flowers and flower growers. Nice when family traditions really last and last elegantly and beautifully.