Like many, the intensity of the last year has left me feeling a bit like I have been pushed through the per viable eye of the needle not quite on the other side, scratching my head wondering when this place of strange I’m in will ever subside.  I have been running and pushing my flower farm forward with an urgency, a dire NEED to fill my heart full so full of beauty the nagging lingering grief over my son would be silenced to barely a whisper for the last 7 years. Everything has had to be perfect. Covid didn’t even slow me down. On top of the sold-out farmers market every Saturday, our…