08/26/2026
It’s a wild Wednesday being human, and both, breaking a routine and learning a new one.
For most of the last school year, my mornings had a pretty predictable rhythm. Starting with a school drop-off, a few automatic right turns, and coffee at the little store (as some people called it) an going about the work day.😂
And now, with a new school year starting and the store no longer being part of my daily routine, my brain keeps trying to take the old route. Turn right, turn right again…..a little trip through Ashland University(stadium drive by)…..letting early morning college kids cross and noticing little kids waiting for the bus……and a final left to the store. ❤️😢
Then I remember…
Oh. We’re doing things differently now.
know I’m not the only one.
So many of us are adjusting to something right now. A new school schedule. New routines. Kids getting older. Work changes. Empty nests. New jobs. Losses. New beginnings.
Sometimes even the things we want to change still take a minute for our brains and hearts to catch up.
Thankfully, Graham Cracker Kritters farm life doesn’t really give me much time to overthink it. 😂
My first reminder that I have absolutely no control over my schedule came in the form of…
🐝 A Yellowjacket nest.
Yep.
Then there are stalls to muck, animals to feed, hay to stack, chores to tackle, mother nature to negotiate with, and probably at least three things I haven’t discovered yet.
Luckily, this is exactly the distraction, and grounding, that I need right now.
There is something about putting on the farmer bibs, walking into the barn, BLOOM caffeine in tote, getting your hands dirty and having animals who couldn’t care less what yesterday looked like.
They just need fed.
The stalls still need cleaned.
The hay still needs stacked.
And apparently, the Yellowjackets need evicted. 😂
Maybe that’s the lesson I’m taking into this next chapter.
Routines are good. They give us something familiar to hold onto.
But sometimes life changes the route.
And when it does, we figure out the next turn.
I don’t know exactly what this new routine will look like yet. I’m still figuring it out.
But I do know there will be mornings at the farm.
There will be animals.
There will be work.
There will probably be some chaos.
And there will absolutely be some overly hopeful optimism because, well… that’s apparently who I am. 😂
Here’s to the beginning of a new school year, new routines, new routes and figuring out what comes next.
Farmer bibs on.
Let’s go. 🌱❤️
