Good monday morning. Good ranunculus are starting to come on to me at the flower market. Greenhouses burning coal like no tomorrow through these very cold weeks to get them juiced. It may be local, but it's taken a lot of energy to produce it. Oh geeze, I don't want to get into that this morning. I'm feeling glad February is such a short month. I've been ordering flower seeds and tubers and talking about fencing and irrigation like there's no tomorrow and feeling especially excited about the farm and what we're going to accomplish this spring. On a long walk there last week my mind was really going. I was jazzed. I thought, what if by the time I die we could grow every single flower to supply the market in NYC? My mind actually went through what that would be like. That's what winter and all it's free time does - it makes you delusional. A farmer friend reminded me of this last week as she shared some of her ideas.

But you have to dream big, and then go to work with whats in front of you. I'm in the city this week and so today I'm going to head down and play with the half dead remains of what the shitty february flower market could cough up for us. Making something out of nothing is always my favorite practice. Especially when I can be alone and listen to whatever I want. This song on repeat.

Also I'll spend some time with my plants. Inspired this morning by Tovah Martin.