Stop to smell the flowers

We made it to March, and in some ways, it feels like this month smacked us in the face like a lion. I get it. I don't know if I'm coming or going anymore in this big old world, and most days it feels like too much, and I might just spin off this whole planet.  That’s why I'm so grateful for the flowers and the return of spring. Life is finally showing up in pockets around me, and it feels really good to see the constant reminders that this, too, shall pass.

The first ranunculus bloomed on the farm this week! That’s super exciting for us after all the hard work we have poured into this crop over the winter months. I got to fill a special order for a dear friend the other day, and I used some early-blooming sweet peas, overwintered scented geraniums, a few beautiful stems of unexpectedly blooming chrysanthemums, and, of course, tulips. I wish you could have heard my heart sing to use muscle memory again, creating a mixed bouquet so early in the season. It feels so good to my soul, and, oh my gosh,  the smell was so incredible; it jumped out at you and announced spring was here. 

All this to say that if we stop and take a pause in life, there are still sweet moments to remind us of the good things yet to come. I've heard more birds chirping lately, and there are rumors of sunshine and 70-degree days in the forecast. Usually, those bring smiles and laughter. The mud will start to dry up, and the daffodils will quickly begin to fatten with blooms as March does her thing. For now, I’m going to embrace the moment and try to find the joy in the little things. Mum Madness has kicked off, and I’ve been having a really good time making internal bets on which mum you all will pick to move onto round two this week. It’s a fun little distraction for us flower fanatics and helps the last of winter pass a little quicker. Make sure you join in this month (follow along on social!) and pick your favorites along with us. March will soon pass, and April will be here before you know it.

  “No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.” — Proverb