Working outside each day gives one an innate connection to the seasons. The change of an insects' hum, the shifts in sunlight or knowing the exact day the wild clematis will bloom. Farming, working with the land, lends itself to seeing the beauty of even the most ephemeral details.
My role as a florist has in many ways eclipsed my identity as a grower, but the farm is still where I begin all these arrangements. The tiny seeds that I press into the soil each spring and tend throughout the season. Each spring, summer and autumn are different and no year is ever quite the same, but I know the flowers are beautiful, always beautiful. I can promise that.