Frost came early for us. We are used to having a field of farm fresh flowers for thanksgiving workshops and special bouquet orders. This year frost came in the middle of September. This is apparently what is normal here in our new town.. and we will have to adjust our business to accommodate this early end to our outdoor blooms.
Although the frost was earlier than we are used to.. I was ready.
This year has been filled with hardships. Taking the plunge and moving to the farm was no easy feat. What we left behind was a really lovely life, in a really lovely neighbourhood. I loved that home and spent most of this season feeling homesick. It actually wasn’t until AFTER the garden was taken by frost that I had a moment to fall in love with this place, and begin making this my home. So yes.. I was ready!
Read a little more about our first days on this farm: The Beginning
It was my first season finding such beauty in the field after frost.
Never before have I had a flower field so large.. and I just stood there in the middle of it. In the middle of all the hard work I had endured over the past months to bring it all to life.. Once a field of colourful, farm fresh flowers and now to see it all dead. It was powerful. But for me, I didn’t see an end. I saw a beginning. Now I could settle in to my new home. I could zero in on other big projects that would bring our farm to life. I could rest and dream and absorb it all, and plan for a more settled season. Next year will be easier.
When I reflect on the images I have taken of this seasons flowers.. I remember sadness, a longing.. a feeling of overwhelm.
And I also see that I have been greatly inspired and have created my very best floral designs of yet. They have been incredibly beautiful and filled with so much passion and also tell the tale of one exhausted flower farmer. But they inspire me greatly and cause me to miss my field of farm fresh flowers already. Although grateful for this quiet time for us to settle into our home and plan our farm, these flowers inspire me to press on.. and remember my dreams.
