What if not all labor is meant to serve the same purpose? This Labor Day, I’m reflecting on the different kinds of work that have shaped my life—from teaching, to providing for my family, to tending the daylily farm. Somewhere along the way, I discovered that some labor pays the bills, some builds a future, and some simply feeds the soul. And sometimes, the work that gives us purpose looks a lot like getting our hands dirty.

When I first inherited the daylily farm, I imagined stewardship would look like grand projects, beautiful gardens, and transformative change. But the longer I care for this place, the more I realize that stewardship isn't found in dramatic transformations—it's found in the small acts of care repeated day after day. In this love letter to Stewardship, I reflect on what it means to honor a legacy, embrace responsibility, and make thoughtful improvements for tomorrow, one small

Tackling all the bits and bobs of a business is starting to be my jam.

This is my introduction to my journey of becoming a flower farmer.