Ten years sounds like a long time. Ten visits does not. A story about a father counting the number of times he might realistically see his parents again made me rethink how we measure time. It also made me think about my own children, aging parents, and even farming. Sometimes life isn't measured in years. Sometimes it's measured in visits and seasons.
The kids were home for the weekend, and I thought we were making the most of our time together. We shared meals, went about our days, and settled into familiar routines. But as they packed up to leave, I realized something important had been missing all along. Sometimes the busiest part of life isn't what steals our attention—it's the habits we don't even notice
Peony season has arrived at the farm, and there’s one simple harvesting trick that can completely change how long you enjoy them indoors. In this post, I’m sharing the “marshmallow stage” secret flower farmers use, why ants gather on peony buds, and why bringing flowers inside might be one of the simplest joys of spring.
A nostalgic look back at our loud, chaotic, magical holiday parties in an old Montclair house — and the new idea that’s been brewing: a Christmas in July gathering at our Cape May flower farm. Plus, a quick farm update on cool-season seedlings and what’s getting planted next.
When I look out the window, our good old Denali — the 25-year-old “farm truck” — is still faithfully parked out there, squeaks and all. After yet another round of repairs (bringing the total to a cool $1K), she’s ready for wreath season hauls again. Meanwhile on the farm, the first frost is flirting with Cape May, 200 Dutch irises are tucked in, and peonies are on their way.
