07/14/2026
A lot of you have asked why there aren't flowers at the farmstand this year. The answer has less to do with gardening and more to do with this season of life.
Last year, I felt pulled in too many directions. Over the winter, I made a list of all the things I wanted to say yes to, and then I realized something: I couldn't say yes to everything. If I wanted slow mornings reading books with my girls, afternoons swimming in the pool we barely used last summer, and unhurried days with room to explore, something else had to give.
This year, it was the garden.
When I walked to the garden this morning, I felt a little sad seeing the weeds where flowers once grew. It looked like something I'd neglected.
But then my girls gathered a handful of wildflowers and weeds into the sweetest little bouquet.
In that moment, I realized it wasn't neglect—it was a different kind of harvest.
I may not have buckets of blooms this summer, but my arms are full of my children. These days are short, and while flowers return every year, this season with my girls won't.
Sometimes beauty isn't found in everything we accomplish. Sometimes it's found in what we're willing to let go of.
I'd love to hear—what are you saying yes to this season?
