The Garden Club

If you or anyone you know is in a Garden Club, I apologize in advance for what I am about to say.

Now that I got that out of the way, I feel comfortable ranting and raving about the intruders we had at our school yesterday. We are fortunate to have some beautiful spaces on campus for special events and often times, groups from around the area rent the space for their personal use. Well, the Hardy Garden Club were our guests yesterday, although they acted as if they owned the joint. They were holding an interpretive flower arranging contest inspired by classic books. One woman had four flower arrangements on display which depicted the story of Little Women. How do you arrange flowers to reflect a plot? Well these women did. I must admit the arrangements were gorgeous, but the women were unreal. I was walking around taking in the beauty of the flora when I was approached by a nun/librarian/scary old neighbor-looking woman. She said, "Excuse me, you can't be in here. We are judging right now. Do you work here?" Do I work here? I was getting more upset by the minute. Then she said, "If you are a teacher, you can come back around 1:30." Listen Old Maid, you are our guest, we are not yours. I just walked away because I knew I was going to get belligerent. I wanted to snap off a bloom from one of the arrangements, but I took the high road.

In summary, I'm not a huge fan of garden clubs. It seems to be a bunch of snobby women with nothing better to do than cut peonies, roses, and lilies.