That was three years ago when I had my first fling.
It was in Buffalo.
This past week-end my husband casually asked me where I was going to this time and when I said, "Asheville," he said, "oh, yeah. Your fling." And he went back to typing on his laptop.
It seems my flings are no threat to him. Might be the fact that these flings are yearly gatherings of garden bloggers who just want to see great gardens and gab about the intricacies of social media and garden writing and photography and sometimes even venture on to topics like food, travel, or (SHHHH) monsanto.
But what are the paths that would lead me to a fling?
|The pathway to Bulberella|
|The gardens of Christopher C...|
|Haywood Community College|
|The Peter and Jasmin Gentling Garden|
|12 Bones/Curve Studio|