The first flowers for cutting have started to bloom on this little L shaped postage stamp and I have no idea what’s next. I assume this is a common feeling among brand new flower growers so I’m going to just ride it out, but that’s absolutely how I feel today. A heady combination of elation and dread all surrounded by the wild, sweet fragrance of blooming lilacs.
I cut a bunch of them and conditioned them, but my impatience got the better of me and I didn’t leave them long enough so they are pretty droopy tonight, but boy are they still really beautiful. I’ll cut more tomorrow morning and condition them more slowly, more patiently, and maybe I’ll make a few mason jar bouquets to put out on the stoop with a sign the next day. But right now I’ll just acknowledge exactly how vulnerable this entire venture makes me feel.