The flowers in the field are done. It is time to dig up tubers, plant bulbs, put down hardy seeds, and get things ready for the next year. It can be so hard to say goodbye to a season. It can be so hard to watch the flowers you have spent hours upon hours caring for turn to black mush. Or maybe it’s a relief. Maybe it’s finally being able to spend some time doing things at your own pace and changing up your rhythm just in time to avoid burnout. Or maybe it’s both, maybe it’s