11/02/2023
Real post alert! It’s cleanup time on the farm, and honestly, it’s not as bittersweet as I expected. I feel a sense of relief, and excitement about the next season. Usually I’m sad to see the blooms disappear from the first frost, but this season kicked my ass all over the place. It was my first year on this land, which means everything had to be started all over again. I got hit with terrible compost, which delayed my season by stunting all of my plants. By the time the blooms started coming in (if they even did), I was trying the farmer’s market in my area to see if that could be a potential avenue of sales for me. It was too exhausting for such a little payout. The inconsistency was too much of a letdown, and I felt myself slowly slipping through mid summer. Every new thing I tried felt like a failure. I was neglecting my physical health, my relationships, and my overall mental well-being. Starting a business is hard, but this year will not decide my flower farming fate. I am shifting my mindset and how I grow to be geared much more towards wholesale for the local florists. I’m grateful to be part of a collective of growers who are an amazing support system and full of knowledge they are always willing to share. I’m also grateful for my friends and family who are constantly encouraging and supporting me. My sweet husband helped me survive the season by always comforting me when I was down. This is not a “woe is me” post. I am resilient and I have high hopes and expectations for next season. 🌞
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