Growing up, Friday evenings after work were a special time. Everyone would sit back in a wheelbarrow at the shop an sip back a couple twelve packs with Greg, Kevy, Steph, and the crew.
Now, there aren't shops, Greg, Kevy, Steph.
Almost as if a ritual has been reborn, fifteen years later, I've found myself spending Friday evenings, post-field ops at the Ferncroft Shop, prepping for the next days weddings.
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Landscape designer and Proprietor of Buffalo Horticulture