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AN AUTMUN GIFT

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Holla from Atlanta, the land of the great Martin Luther King and evil Coca-Cola. I just worked with Joy on a wedding last saturday doing flowers and it has been great. I have decided to make a small gift for her. So, here goes!

A plant or herb is always a great gift. It is something that we use for cooking and it could last a long time if well taken care of. The problem with buying herbs from a home improvement department or supermarket is that they do not last long because they are not made to. To work around that problem, we could replant them in a bigger pot in good garden soil or by taking cuttings from a larger plant. Here are some tips for growing Rosemary. I decorate the pot with dry twigs around it. Pictures are below 🙂

WEDDING DAY WITH AMOROLOGY

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I have been really fortunate to be able to join Heather, Amorology Wedding for Sarahbeth and Tyler wedding down at the Condor Nest. This magical place is located on top of a hill over looking the Californian ocean. Condor Nest more than anything I have ever since in my life. The drive up the hill is filled with surprises – buffalo to orange farm to pumpkin shop. When arrived, I was greeted by a Lama and a working firetruck. Don’t even get me started on the horses and the other animals.

Sarahbeth is from Buffalo, New York and Tyler in a rock band. Both of them meet on a road trip around America and started their love story ever since. The table names are different states in America and each spoke a piece of their love story in each state. Enough of me, I will let the pictures do the rest of the talking. Thanks again Heather for bringing me along on this rad wedding.

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GARDEN BIRTHDAY PARTY

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Thanks all who have came for the birthday party! I hope you enjoyed it as much as me. A big thanks to mum, dad, Shermaine and my whole family. I just love the fact that mum grew all these herbs and I could use them! Some photos to remind us of the good times:)

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