05/16/2026
We skipped the market today. Partly because the radar looks like we’re about to get rain any minute… but honestly, partly for my sanity too.
This morning I took my coffee and wandered around our farm. This isn’t our main production field, but it still holds so many little pieces of life right now… a low tunnel full of snapdragons, wildflowers swaying in the breeze, blackberries I never got around to pruning, grapes staked between cedar posts, and hops climbing up the side of the barn.
We’ve been running hard lately between events, farmers markets, planting, wholesale, CSA, and prepping for you-pick/photography season. We managed to get boatloads of plants in the ground, and now I’m just over here praying this drought finally breaks so everything can take off the way it should.
My husband and son are off on a white water rafting trip this weekend, so it’s just me and my girls at home. Last night one of my sweet neighbor friends came over after drill team practice. We ate sushi, drank wine on the back porch, and talked about perimenopause like the middle-aged women we apparently are now. 😂 Honestly, it filled my cup more than I realized I needed.
Flower farming is beautiful, but it can also be exhausting in ways that are hard to explain unless you live it too. This quiet, overcast morning reminded me there is still so much beauty tucked into the middle of the chaos.
Now we just need some rain… because these fields are about to explode with flowers, and I cannot wait to share them with all of you. 🌸