07/08/2026
Iāve been ignoring the signs, telling myself if I just did x, y, and z Iād get over the hump.
Turns out you can only ignore what your brain and body are telling you for so long.
Iām wiped out.
The things that usually bring me joy? I dread them right now.
On the days I donāt post, the relief is enormous. And thatās telling me something.
Honestly, how many more ways can I tell you to pinch your dahlias or get a soil test?
Hereās the thing: Iām more than a flower farmer, and Iām done wearing this straitjacket I strapped myself into.
If I want to talk about my ridiculous TBR pile, I will.
If I want to show you the two flower beds that are currently a complete disaster, Iāll do that too.
If thatās not your thing, scroll on by or unfollow. Genuinely, no hard feelings.
Iām an introvert, but I miss real connection. Over flowers, books, animals, life.
Lately I feel like a circus monkey performing for an algorithm, and thatās not connection.
Iām mulling over ways to bring more of that real connection here. I donāt know what it looks like yet, but Iād love for you to be part of figuring it out.
Iām taking a few days to just be. In the garden, in a book, with the animals. Iāll be back when it feels like showing up instead of performing.
And when I do, things might look a little different around here.
XO ~
L.