08/23/2026
I might not be able to find a pot to boil water right now (thank you neighbors) but I can always take the time to find a bucket for these absolute stunners.
Soooo, I got a job. Yep, I sign in and out and report for duty at 7a on Fridays to work for my friend Tricia at Blooming Glen farm. I bunch beautiful bouquets all day with beautiful people, pet dogs, tease Tom, wash buckets, try to get better at wrapping bouquets and help load and unload. I have been feeling untethered, which I kind of am as a person, but I felt uncomfortably detached from myself, in an out of body way. Floating in the river helped, getting up early and doing the good work for others I admire, taking walks across the bridge with Shortie; they all put me back in my body. It’s weird when you realize you are floating like that.
Thank you Blooming Glen Farm for the good work, the community, the flowers and the watermelon. 🍉 I appreciate and adore you guys.
Now, everyone else: get to the headhouse market and go buy some good food.