One ordinary car ride made me realize something I wasn't quite prepared for: my children had quietly taken over the driver's seat. That simple moment led me to think about parenting, flower farming, and how every season of life eventually asks us to let go.
After weeks of chasing weeds, catching up from a brutal heat wave, and watching summer slip by, I realized I'd broken a promise I made to myself. Surprisingly, I wasn't disappointed. Instead, flower farming reminded me that not every season unfolds according to plan—and that's okay.
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
