24/12/2024
We’re officially gaining light from here, and scrolling through summer photos definitely helps me keep my eye on the prize! It’s hibernation season, and with the lack of snow, winter activities feel pretty limited. Lately, I’ve been pouring over catalogs with flower origin names, which, let’s be honest, can be boring. I find myself searching for images online or digging through my own photos just to remember what I’m ordering—and to stay excited about this daunting task.
Moments like this keep me going. When was capturing me cutting these blooms, she noticed how I’d walk out of the rows with a handful of flowers in the air (a necessary move in tight rows to avoid snagging or damaging blooms). It looked like I was shouting a victory cry—and honestly, that’s exactly how it feels! This knowledge, this ability to grow flowers in this climate, has been hard won. There’s no easy road here—just a lot of trial, error, and expensive lessons in a region with very little applicable education for growers like me.
These blooms? Dahlias. They don’t just show up every year like perennial magic. Nope, they need to be dug up, carefully stored, divided, and replanted each season. So yeah, walking out of the field with armfuls of them does feel like a victory—And yes I'm tooting my own horn because we've all had enough shifty self talk at moments in this life so maybe you think I'm bananas, maybe you are inspired, maybe you don't care and didn't read this far but any way you spin it....I am proud of what I'm building.
And I’m proud of all the brave souls who try new things, who move with curiosity and kindness, and honor those around them. I’m grateful for you, my beautiful supporters, who invest each year, so I get to do more of this and share in the joy of flowers with you. You are my kind of people. So, really, this is me cheering for you. However, you need it today!
