As July winds to a close this week, we find ourselves firmly planted in the long awaited season of harvest. All those months of planning, seeding, planting, watering, and anticipating have made way for the harvest. Cutting, cutting, and more cutting.....
The cycle of these days revolves around the cooler temperatures of the morning and evening, where we find ourselves bustling about hauling bucket after bucket from the field into the cooler. In and out, up and down the rows, back again for more water, and all over again. The cooler yawns open and chugs on in the hot July weather.
After the flowers have cooled and hydrated for a few hours, the afternoons are no less busy....bouquets, boutonnieres, centerpieces. In the workshop, colors come together so easily - there is so much to choose from, it is hard to find a bad combination. The work feels like painting - yellow here, then white, pink and a splash of blue.
Like any other season dominated by the intensity of a singular task, there is a fatigue that has the temptation to drag you down to the point of giving up. I look over the fields, trying to push aside the overwhelming feelings of so-much-to-do-and-pick-and-deliver-and-pick-some-more.....and instead try to soak in the layers of colors, the flowers waving in the breeze, the bees and hummingbirds whisking about, and remember how very long we have waited for these days.
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