Reflections from the Year
As a flower farmer, it still takes my breath away how closely the rhythms of the field mirror the seasons of our lives. There are quiet stretches that insist we rest. Bursts of color that make us want to celebrate. Long in between seasons that ask for steady work and even steadier patience. Always a balance of planning carefully, then stepping back and letting nature lead.
That same rhythm shows up everywhere. In our mental health. In our relationships. In our parenting. In the work we pour our hearts into.
This year, the field carried both highs and lows, just as it should. Early on, we tapped our well to send water to the field. Then came the hiccup. A big one. A giant hole in the ground sat open for nearly a month, and without water, I had to make the hard call to delay much of our planting. That one pause rippled outward. Seedlings ready for the field were up potted instead. Others waited longer than planned for greenhouse space. Seeding schedules shifted. As a flower farm, early blooms matter, and that delay felt like a real blow.
But lows never stay forever.
The turn came, as it always does, in flowers. Later than expected, yes, but abundant and beautiful all the same. We had an incredible season with very little crop loss. The bugs stayed manageable. The flowers grew tall and strong. The bouquets were full and stunning.
And in one of those small moments of grace, careful planning allowed us to harvest some of the earliest zinnias around, even though they’re usually a late summer bloomer. A surprise. A reminder that not all delays are losses.
Looking back, it’s impossible not to see how closely our home life followed the field. Winter was for planning, both on the farm and inside our walls. Cozy desks, calendars spread out, systems reset as best we could. Spring breathed fresh energy into everything. Baby animals in the pasture. Green returning to the fields. Kids rediscovering their love of the outdoors. Then came summer with its heat and abundance. The farm worked hard, and so did we. Busy days settled into a rhythm filled with sunflower harvests and firefly walks. Eventually, summer lingered a little too long, and we welcomed fall with open arms. School routines returned. The field slowed, offering one last show of color before yielding to frost. Then winter arrived again, bringing rest, reflection, and a clean slate to begin anew.
Rest. Resilience. Surrender. Joy. These are the quiet lessons a seasonal life teaches, if we’re willing to pay attention.
Our bouquet subscriptions follow that same natural flow. They keep you connected to the season as it unfolds, from early spring tulips, to spring lisianthus, boutique summer zinnias, sunflowers in every shape and size, and finally the show stopping dahlias of fall. Farm fresh flowers, delivered to your door, offering a steady rhythm of beauty in the middle of full, busy lives.
When we live in step with the seasons, something softens. Order returns. Beauty feels easier to hold.
The field and the home grow together, in synchronicity.
