10/08/2026
Every October there comes a morning when I catch myself checking the forecast and secretly hoping for frost, and for years I felt a little guilty about that, because it seemed like betraying the very flowers I spent all year growing. Flower farmers have a name for that morning, and we call it Frostmas, the moment you finally get to exhale and put the garden or the farm to bed after giving it everything you had. The work is not over when it comes, there are still tubers to dig and beds to clean, but it feels like a real changing of seasons, and I have stopped apologizing for looking forward to it. Tell me honestly, are you waiting for Frostmas too?