FLOWER FARMING IN SPRING TIME

From buckets barely full, dusky cool mornings, and silver glittering grass.

To buckets and buckets of blooms, walkways spinkled with leaves from stripping flower stems, sap-stained fingers, and long afternoons of weeding rows, and laying mulch.

Every year I feel like the spring comes on so slow....like a slow flow, and I am just begging for the slower to start their beauty.

And then, as if someone just flicked the lights on, the whole world of flowers burns like an uncontrolled wildfire, of blues, reds, pinks, oranges, purples, and yellows....

And unstable force that begs to be harvested, stripped, bucketed, arranged, and placed into the arms of smiling people!

It is a task to be sure if a labor of love....a labor of intense beauty and sweat all wrapped up into one!

And that is kinda what spring looks like right here, on the farm.