The flowers were the easy part. While my first FleurEverMore cutting garden bloomed, my forty-year-old mobile home was still a construction zone — but with the help of the people who showed up along the way, the messy, unfinished middle became something I could enjoy.

Feeling behind in a season already filled with blooming plants, I stepped back to reconsider timing, pressure, and what it means to grow a garden at its own pace rather than the pace of the marketplace.