11/12/2020
Last post before I introduce you to the very lovely folks who’ll be your new hosts here, and hand over/sign off officially...
Exactly when and how or why I became a flower grower, I still don’t quite know. I am humbled by the process, grateful to each and every encounter it made possible - including living in New Zealand for what became a quarter of my existence thus far - and determined to see it all through in some way, shape or form in the country of my bones.
The American philosopher-farmer, Wendell Berry is quoted as saying: To be interested in food but not in food production is clearly absurd.
For me it has always been thus with flowers... We don’t eat them but they can only but come to us via the earth, the soil. The might of the metaphor implied in the sense that flowers nourish us on a deeper or higher level is not lost on me as you can imagine. I’d even venture: that our mental and emotional faculties are stimulated and soothed by beings rooted in and harvested from the earth leads us back to the soil, too. As all of life does. How flowers are grown matters, mightily. In ineffable ways too.
Wendell Berry I think is also on the record with something along the lines that eating is an agricultural act. Perhaps my parting phrase would borrow from this and proclaim that communing with flowers - be it on your kitchen table, the farmers market, your wedding, a loved one’s passing and very much in your own garden - is an agricultural act. It is an ecological one too, and to my mind a psychological necessity.
Thank you, always and forever. For your custom but also for helping me articulate some of these themes over the years by being receptive, warm and kind.
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Next stop New Owners!
Jxx