Planting Dreams in April

April felt like the moment everything truly began to come alive.

All of the cuttings, tubers, and corms I had been nurturing indoors and in the greenhouse were finally ready to move outside. The weather had warmed, the season had shifted, and it felt safe to plant them into their beds

On those planting days, I often found myself pausing—imagining what each tiny seedling would become in full bloom. At the same time, there was always a quiet sense of worry… wondering how to protect them from pests or anything that could slow their growth.

I was exhausted, but in the best way. Planting takes a lot out of you, yet I kept going because this never felt like work. It’s something I love deeply.

At one point, I realized I may have grown a little too much—too many tubers, too many seedlings, and trays still waiting for a home. I quickly ran out of space, which led to Plan B… finding or creating more room so these flowers could still grow and be enjoyed. Through it all, I felt so much gratitude. Even while balancing a full-time job, I showed up for this every day with love, care, and hope—that this little dream might grow into something meaningful.

I also reflected on my first local pop-up. I’m so thankful for the space that welcomed me so graciously. Selling out was exciting, but what meant the most were the conversations, the connections, and the stories shared.

Now, as the weeks unfold, I’m filled with anticipation—watching these seedlings grow into something beautiful.

Here’s to what’s ahead… and everything still to bloom.