If only I had rotated the camera two feet to the left… you could see the ridiculous abundance that was all of our bouquet material last week. I’ll get it next time.
It felt like hundreds of bouquets. It was most definitely more than several dozen.
I’ve always loved the tangible work of farming—how you can look up at the end of a day and see the results of your work with your own eyes. (So different than the experience of disappearing into a computer vortex for 8 hours a day.)
It’s especially lovely when the results are a porch crowded with dozens of floral buckets ready for market, each one overflowing with color and smell. I go home satisfied every time.