This post will not include photos of breakfast sandwiches

Today was one of the sorts of days no farmer really talks about—at least to non-farmers. Especially farmers don’t blog about it or take photos of it or share it on social media.

 On a farm, there are ten thousand annoying, frightening, boring, frustrating, infuriating, screaming moments in a season. Yes, people write about the hard times—hail storms, crop failures, death of animals. Somehow I think sharing this and all the thousands of rosy, sunny days is so much easier. But you know something, I want to see more people saying, “Man, I just had a bull shit day.”

 I just had one of those days. I weigh carefully what to write about, what to share, what to crack a joke about. There’s a strange pressure I think we farmers feel to present the most beautiful, moving, and challenging moments and not to complain because there is an image of our lifestyle to uphold for the masses working in the office cubicles many of us left behind. Yes, I love being outdoors, doing physical work, being around beautiful flowers. But I deal with my fair share of stress and disappointments—and most of it isn’t romantic.

 Today I brought some parts from my irrigation in to be fixed. Thought it was fixed. It wasn’t. I wasted a whole day to have nothing solved. Its not the guys at the shop’s fault. It’s not mine. It’s faulty parts and who knows what. I also am fighting with a computer slower than my desktop from the 90s. Oh and recently I had a really shitty auto repair bill and my car insurance bill came just came in.

 Boring and sorta annoying right? But that’s my life—at least today.

 There’s few things that get my goat: people not being considerate or not listening, feeling stuck and wasting time. Those are some of the top ones—and spinning my wheels, especially dealing with things I don’t fully understand—auto, irrigation, machinery, technology—really tests my patience.

And sometimes my patience fails. I have enough to give it a good ol’ girl scout try, but there comes a time when I say, screw this and this day, I’m going home. I am done.

 Today was one of those days. I came home. I made myself breakfast for dinner. I wrote. I am going to watch Netflix and try to get up the enthusiasm to seed some flats. My life today.

 And you know what? I want to see more people’s days like mine. All the sunshine, flowers, and perfection is too much for me after a while. It used to stress me out—why didn’t my farm look so perfect, the flowers so long? Why are the farmers always so clean and I am covered in filth? Why were all their posts about how much work they accomplished that day and why did I feel so behind? Beware this social media pitfalls my fellow farming friends. Social media helps people construct the image they want to project. That’s cool, but I want some more brutal honesty without a moral in the end of it or a positive spin. I want more farmers to stand up and say “this sucks!” and end it there. Because that’s how it is sometimes. That’s real life. I don’t want to hide it any more.

 So enjoy this, social media, and no, you don’t get a photo of the delicious breakfast sandwich. I ate it all already. So there.

Bursting! Exciting News!

I've been sitting on this one for a while now waiting for a green light. It is a lesson in patience, sitting, waiting at a red lights when you can see the open road ahead. But now I can speed on ahead to the next chapter with Sweet Gale Gardens with confidence.

I'm moving and expanding! I'll be saying a fond farewell to my dear farming comrades at Fresh City and hello to the folks at Earth-To-Table Farm in Flamborough, ON. Tristan and I already found the loveliest of apartments with--wait for it--2 bedrooms! for our offices and loads more room for growing more seedlings indoors. Tristan doesn't know yet, but I've been holding back from buying houseplants for years--he doesn't know yet, but we will be living in a verdant jungle soon. 

But back to the farm! Earth-To-Table is an incubator farm run by FarmStart, a organization dedicated to educating and supporting new farmers. They really don't get it yet, but I've been one of their biggest fans since I moved to Ontario. Like Fresh City, there are multiple farmers on the property, all running their own operations and sharing the fields, facilities, etc. But there, I'll have an acre to test my farming grit on. I am nervous, but I do laugh manically when I look at all the seeds I bought and dream about the flowers growing there. It will be a transitional year, with I guarantee some set backs and frustrations, but I feel like it's time. I am ready. It will be my first season as a full-time farmer. Without juggling other positions, I'm hoping I can really dig deep, so to speak. And don't worry, I'll stay be coming back to Toronto with flowers, all the while trying to hunt down some new flower friends in Hamilton.

I wanted to also take a moment in this post to share there's a new gallery, "Offerings at the Flower Alter"  up in the "Gallery" tab. It doesn't have any photos yet, but it is part of a new project I am trying out for myself this season--to cultivate some creativity and mindfulness amongst the chaos of the season. Keep an eye out.

Lastly, I have some other exciting news I'm sitting on and a journal post to go with it. I have some creative collaborations coming down the pipe, but not quite ready to reveal. Stay tuned.

Lastly, all the seeds are in and some slow pokes like lisianthus, foxglove and others have all been started. It is so nice to be doing propagation work again.

Spring is on its way folks, keep thinking of the flowers, waiting for the sun to hit their faces and to wake once again!