Typically, in my romantic brain, the season that correlates to romantic notions is one of warm temperatures, shades of pinks, and an abundance of white textures. Nothing that signals autumn hits the radar for me - until today.
Floating on a flower farming high, freshly returned from a Cut Flower Intensive week in Delaware, I found myself in my own personal utopia. I left for my trip washing my hands of the season, with the expectation of a hard killing frost mid trip. Needless to say, I was elated when I returned to find my flower fields unscathed by the menacing frost. The contour of our land leaves the flower fields elevated just enough, that the weight of the frost rolled into the bottoms and hugged the creek beds. I had no idea about this little perk but will claim it as part of my well thought out plan... of COURSE I'm that smart!
I've been back long enough for the wheels to spin off of the axles a few times... just ask my kids. We have been floored with mild temperatures and have been taking full advantage with lots of planting, moving, adding, and building. We’ll have loads to share over the next few months.
Today I fell in love with fall as my soon to be 5 year old was by my side planting a plot of bulbs. The promise of new life on the other side of winter is enough to woo my heart; that and the excitement of what's to come with that promise. Cheers to newfound romance.