05/30/2026
In the younger, funner, more carefree versions of ourselves, Greg and I used to spend a lot of time on Montana and Idaho rivers. Here at the flower farm, we have been in the metaphorical slack water: a lot of planning and preparation, activity and effort, but slow currents with a whole lot of oaring and not much thrill. This week, I’m beginning to hear the rapids just around the bend, and muscle memory is kicking in as we hit the tipping point from scarcity to abundance. So I’m buckling up my life vest, gripping my hands on the oars, and keeping this boat pointed toward faster currents. Thanks for being here with us to enjoy the wild ride that is juuust about to sweep us into non-stop blooms. Hang on tight, here we go, wheeeeee!
