Century old carbon sequestering Minnesota bogs are being destroyed so we can better our own gardens…but they don’t have to be. A heartfelt plea for you to stop, reduce, or at least be aware of your peat usage.

Living in planting zone 3 I get to watch all the other flower farmers starting seeds while patiently waiting for it to hit 12 weeks before our last frost date. Guess what? It’s my turn now! This week I started making soil blocks and planting my earliest seeds. Every evening True helps me make 600 soil blocks and every evening after he goes to bed I plant 1,200 seeds into those soil blocks. Am I an expert in all of this? No! Am I willing to share my minimal knowledge with you? Absolutely!

If I keep trying to plant larkspur seeds in the way of celosia seeds, so few will sprout. Its not that the larkspur seeds are poor quality or defected, its that they were made for something much different. But when the larkspur seeds needs are finally met they gives off unequaled displays of light, airy true-blue flowers.

I think contentment comes from taking time to see a little good in the unchangeable things instead of convincing ourselves what lies ahead will be so much better than the present. January might take a little more effort to love, but it’s well worth the effort it takes.

I finally gave myself permission to have this dream and to pursue it too. I stopped labeling flower farming as a hobby, and started treating it like the full time job I wanted it to be. 

I’ve always been attracted to a life that follows the earth’s natural rhythms. A existence that stirs in the spring and quiets itself at winter’s call.

In life we are often told not to sweat the small things, but the truth is when they are looking you in the face very few things seem small. So maybe we should also be told not to sweat the big things either.

Sometimes it takes an immersion in something so deep, so everlasting, and so untouched by our illusion of control that your world may never quite be whole. but it will be bearable, it will be livable, it will feel like life again.

Making a conscious decision to reduce plastics an put a natural spin on holiday decor.

Sometimes life isn’t about wake up and hustle, sometimes is about wake up take a moment to say this is pretty damn good too.

What can I do, what can I buy, what can share to make this season of fog, bare earth, and the muted browns of decay as beautiful as the last? I can’t. I can’t rewind this season back to the last and I can’t fast forward it into the next. I can only appreciate it for what it is, practice contentment, and take time to find beauty in the season we are in.