11/15/2023
To have pulled this growing season from my dreams and have it shoved into my euphoric face would still not have been quite enough for me not to find myself poking at the fringes in wonder of its validity. My feet went from being planted in a field to treading lightly through a greenhouse. It went from solitude beside the chatter of birds to contentment in a community of humans that adore the nature of flowers as I do. It was lovely and I am still pinching myself. Autumn brings the digging of dahlia tubers, the dividing and labeling. The mapping of plantings, later set in your vases. Yet it now too brings with it annual plug orders, in depth research of flowering perennials, hanging basket arrangements, seed catalogues and inventory. Antique hunting, savvy renovation in collection of many minds and Excel spreadsheets that seem to infinitely pile. My mind will be filled to the brim with blooms like it never has. Grateful is all.
