Like any real garden, this one has known storms, tangled roots, unexpected growth, seasons of abundance, and seasons of rest.

Some years we arrived blooming.
Some years we arrived broken.
Most years, a little of both.

Over time, Girls Weekend Out became less about perfection and more about tending — to friendship, to memory, to grief, to laughter, and to the parts of ourselves that needed light.

Every flower here represents a woman who helped shape the garden.