Humble Pie Farm

This is the end, my friends. Isn't that a song? Nothing ever really ends, it just rolls into something else. And in four short months we'll be hustling propane in that greenhouse while we try to keep the babies thriving. Whew. We'll just not think about that right now.

This year, this year...I can't think of all of it without a surge of emotion. So much has happened. So many doors have opened, and some have closed. So much learning. So much abundance. I guess the following story sums up my feeling.

I went to have my biannual haircut last week. My hair stylist is a young woman named Nicole who really just says it like she sees it. I appreciate that. Anyway, she asked how the season had gone and we were chatting about it a little, then she summed it all up with these words. 

"I mean, what's not to love? Not many people just get to play in their garden all day!" 

I just laughed and sighed and said, "You're totally right." 

Okay, there's more to it, certainly. But the essence is that we get to play with flowers for about thirty weeks of the year counting seeding and greenhouse work. What's not to love? 

And you, dear members, make it possible by valuing beauty and beneficial insects and healthy soil and I'll just say it, a better world, enough to invest your hard-earned money. That's something. Thanks. Also, I've received a number of little love notes, some with photos of your flowers in your homes, and boy do they make me happy. Thanks so much for sharing. It makes it so much more worth it.

Kale flowers, ornamental peppers and the lovely eucalyptus this last week. Enjoy! Have a wonderful winter. Hope to see you next year.

xoxo
Jennifer, Mike & Earl