Each year, prior to spring, I search my favorite stationery stores for extra-special flowery invitations to send out, complete with calligraphy-penned addresses, to seven special girlfriends to request their presence at my annual garden tea. I plant assorted bulbs to decorate my yard and to give as “thank-youfor- coming” gifts. Bordering the walk up to the bright blue front door, pussy willows, roses, larkspur, and pansies greet each guest.
Inside, a delightful array of dainty sandwiches, fruit, buttermilk scones, and assorted desserts—as well as two kinds of hot tea—are displayed on an old oak table with an antique collection of floral teacups and a bouquet of English roses from the backyard. After our lunch, we move to another table to make hankie-covered May Day cones to be filled with fresh…