An Evening in Golden Light

Yesterday was somewhat of a hard day for me. Not for any particular reason, the day just felt heavy like there was a force pushing me to the ground. So when I got to the farm last night I felt like I just wanted to bury myself in the furrows. I sat down at the high tunnel doors and looked out at the field just trying to let go of the weight I felt. At one point I saw something shimmer across the flower tops. A dragonfly had flown by, it’s wings illuminated by the lowering sun. When I looked a little longer I saw shimmering all across the field as dragonflies darted about snatching their prey and resting on the poles that hold up the flower netting.

I smiled and my shoulders dropped as I watched the shimmers. I stood up, picked up my clippers and bucket, and began my harvest. As I snipped stem after stem of lisianthius it felt like all that weight I had been carrying had dropped off. When I began to harvest the green mist, the smell of wild green filled my senses and I laughed unknowingly.

There is something about walking with a bundle of flowers you just harvested in your hand. There is something about the snip of sharp clippers that feels like tension being cut away.

Your Flower Farmer,

Heather