As the morning frost gives way to golden sunlight and the robins return to our pine grove, something magical stirs in the soil: tulip season has arrived at our little flower farm!

Each spring, the raised beds behind our home transform into rows of vibrant color; soft blush pinks, deep burgundies and buttery creams. This year, we planted more heirloom varieties. Those with gently ruffled edges and names that sound like forgotten poetry. Watching them unfurl, each bloom full of character and whimsy, is one of the deepest joys of farm life.

Mornings are my favorite. I slip on my boots, pull a cardigan around my shoulders, and walk through the dewy grass, my son being pulled in the wagon behind me. The morning sun casting a soft light and a chill still hanging in the air. The tulips nod gently in the breeze, birds chirp cheerfully nearby, and sometimes, if I’m lucky, I catch the mist rising over the field like a dream.

The house always smells like sweet soil and fresh petals this time of year. Bouquets pile up on the kitchen table — some destined for the farmstand, others wrapped in brown paper for neighbors and friends. A few always end up tucked into old jam jars around the house, brightening up windowsills and nightstands alike.

Tulip season is fleeting, which makes it all the more special. These few weeks remind me to slow down, savor the beauty, and share it with those around me. Whether you’re visiting the farmstand in person or were gifted a bouquet to enjoy at home, I hope these blooms bring you a bit of the quiet joy they bring me.

Wishing you a gentle, flower-filled spring.

With muddy boots and a full heart,
Kirsten