Fall into Fall flowers and birthdays and celebrations.  I've loved this first season of being able to harvest Flora-grown flowers from my field. Learning and learning and ok so I didn't really weed as I should have this year...But of course next year I'll do it all perfectly?   And this season was about allowing space for it all in many senses: space for messiness and space for mistakes and space for experimenting and trying and seeing. Space to be small scale and space for learning how to prioritize and how to balance. Space to plan badly and for that to be ok. And space for creating my own way of working and getting to enjoy learning about each flower variety and seeing the growth process of each. 

Fall into Fall flowers and birthdays and celebrations.  I've loved this first season of being able to harvest Flora-grown flowers from my field. Learning and learning and ok so I didn't really weed as I should have this year...But of course next year I'll do it all perfectly? 

And this season was about allowing space for it all in many senses: space for messiness and space for mistakes and space for experimenting and trying and seeing. Space to be small scale and space for learning how to prioritize and how to balance. Space to plan badly and for that to be ok. And space for creating my own way of working and getting to enjoy learning about each flower variety and seeing the growth process of each. 

 Some things were slow growing, like this lisianthus. And when you're waiting you're thinking, as you glance at the snail-paced stems hardly moving, is it worth this one? Is it worth waiting for this to grow?    And now it's producing and producing and I go out to the greenhouse and I stare at it. 

Some things were slow growing, like this lisianthus. And when you're waiting you're thinking, as you glance at the snail-paced stems hardly moving, is it worth this one? Is it worth waiting for this to grow?  

And now it's producing and producing and I go out to the greenhouse and I stare at it. 

 You just never know, I guess. There are still things appearing out there that I'd long since given up on. Tall poppies about to burst into bloom and these tiny orange and yellow milkweed blossoms that I adore.   I pulled the late sweet pea vines overhead along ledges in the  greenhouse and carefully reinforced them. There's just something to it, the romance of a cascading drift of blooms overhead. It makes me happy. 

You just never know, I guess. There are still things appearing out there that I'd long since given up on. Tall poppies about to burst into bloom and these tiny orange and yellow milkweed blossoms that I adore. 

I pulled the late sweet pea vines overhead along ledges in the  greenhouse and carefully reinforced them. There's just something to it, the romance of a cascading drift of blooms overhead. It makes me happy.