If you read Ginny's blog (and you should!), you know she moved away from New York back home to Atlanta this spring. Utterly heartbreaking and surreal to have Mrs. G.B. Stelling leave, I can honestly say I didn't see her moving out of the city, at least not so darn soon.
Never was there a girl more sincerely and wonderfully romanced by New York. Yes, there were Victorian sofas laced with bed bugs, sweltering, minuscule apartments and rodents of um... unusual size, but Ginny always looked for and found beauty here. In a place where most keep their heads down, she radiated genuine compassion, humor and curiosity and that's something we all can learn from.
Never was there a girl more sincerely and wonderfully romanced by New York. Yes, there were Victorian sofas laced with bed bugs, sweltering, minuscule apartments and rodents of um... unusual size, but Ginny always looked for and found beauty here. In a place where most keep their heads down, she radiated genuine compassion, humor and curiosity and that's something we all can learn from.
A few months back she gave me this group of tiny bottles filled with specimens she gathered at Elmwood on our trip last summer. She had snuck around when I wasn't looking to collect the bits and bobs so I could bring my lady love of a house back to Brooklyn. I cried a few secret tears when I opened it, which is a big feat when it comes to present giving.
Left to right; soil, I wish I could say this is my grandmothers Chanel No 5 but it's actually rotting pond water, tree bark, a wildflower and ashes from a fire I built for the two of us.
Ginny has always reached the upper most boundaries of thoughtfulness and gratitude. She was the one who inspired me to start an apple a day. And by inspired I mean gently pushed. And by gently pushed I mean nagged. Which, by the way, I totally get now.
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