10/11/2025
As the days get shorter and colder, I find myself starting the 10-day forecast refresh, obsessively watching for our first dip into freezing temperatures. Tevas have begrudgingly been swamped out for boots, shorts and tanks for waterproof overalls. I look at my tired flowers, blanketed in powdery mildew, knocked about from recent wind and rain, and think how nice it will be for them to have their winter’s nap. I also look at them longingly, even while they’re right in front of me, and thank them for the comfort and fulfillment they have brought me. The end is always so bittersweet.
The close of a season brings with it the opportunity to re-evaluate our hopes and dreams for Bee Merry Farm. Whenever I’m asked about my “end goal” with the farm, I never really know what to say. We started as a u-pick, then moved away from that model for a multitude of reasons. We have hosted on-farm events, rented the field for events and photo shoots, provided bulks harvests, and sold more dahlia tubers than I could ever count. Some of what I love best about growing – the art of creating with flowers – has hardly been part of the business at all. I love the open-endedness of not knowing where this is going and simply accepting that the farm is where it is at any given season. (A luxury, I recognize, that is afforded by this not being our primary source of income.)
We are grateful for the handful of people who took a chance on us when we were starting out with a few dahlias and a couple jars of honey. We are grateful for the people who used to visit week after week during u-pick seasons, arms loaded with blankets and picnic baskets. We are grateful for every tuber purchase and the opportunity to share a piece of our garden (and hearts) with others. We are grateful for the connections we’ve made with our community and lifelong friendships formed as a result of this magical little flower: the dahlia.
So what’s next? Time will tell. But for today: tagging dahlias and savoring their final hoorah.