The Last of the Flowers

You know you’re a farmer when: you come in from working outside all morning on a Saturday in late fall smelling like earth, sun-warmed skin, sweat, and fish emulsion. And you legit say to yourself, “I smell SO good right now.” And you actually mean it. 😅

In other news, I pulled up the last of my flowers this week - all of which shriveled and died in the recent freeze.

Here are a few images from my last harvest. The memories embedded in these images will keep me going all winter long.

Growing flowers has been healing to my soul this year, and I became invested in the process more than ever. Choosing to cultivate beauty and connection will always be a good investment ~ it’ll never be wasted.

Until next year, lovelies...