The rains have finally come crashing down on the flower fields and I am so excited about it. My flowers were starting to look like they all belonged in a fairy garden and my rein as the worlds worst flower farmer was starting to hold some truth.
I wish I could tell you all that I started this adventure in growing flowers and designing in my boutique studio because "I just love flowers so much" - but I didn't. In reality my flowers healed me, they brought me back to life and they changed the fate of my family. I am forever grateful for my flowers and the fact that being able to turn a dark situation into one of beauty and color, pure gratitude.
I think in life we all have those moments where we sit and think, what the hell am I doing? Why am I throwing myself into something completely, which is making me miss out on moments, on life, on the everyday happenings that make our lives worth living?