Bits and Bobs

Blooming with love and tasks

“It’s straw, not hay.” My first slightly embarrassing lesson when marrying into a farm family. Definitely not my last. It was difficult to find my place or a passion on the farm for many years. Do I throw myself in and act like I belong or do I resign myself to not knowing and being ok with that? My imposter syndrome sang loudly in my head as I “talked the talk and walked the walk.” Crops and cattle seemed so intense all the time-little room for error. Working with the daylilies seemed to have a more gentle, carefree learning curve.

Daylily dog, Angus, gently keeping the pathways clear:)

When making the transition from just helping with the daylilies over the summer to managing the business, my mind made such a shift that I started losing sleep.

Not like, I’m avoiding my nightmares kind of can’t sleep. More like, I can’t wait for tomorrow kind of can’t sleep. I was just excited about all of the ideas that were popping into my mind. The possibilities of how to make something great even greater were just piling on. It was hard to know what to focus on. There were so many little bits and bobs I wanted to work on.

Side note: I have some British friends that use the phrase “bits and bobs,” and I just can’t think of a better phrase to describe my state of mind.

Field work: weeding, new labels, thinning clumps, weed barrier, etc.

So how did I tackle these bits and bobs that seemed to fill all those little crevices of both the left and right side of my brain? While I was working at my day job, of course! Just kidding, but the flexibility of my remote job has greatly helped me take breaks and use some of my lunch time to work on the administrative side of things.

Am I focusing on the right things? Probably not. But I’m having fun working on our website, our emails, our social media posts, lots of field work, and preparing for our first event: GardenFest in Rushville, Indiana. Colt (the hubs) said I’m probably doing too much. My father in law (the Daylily know all) says to just get through a season and see how it goes. All sound advice. So naturally, I wanted to do more:)

What I do know is that I’m getting kind of addicted to walking through those fields. I love my full time job, but I’m so excited to go back to work when my work day is done. And that imposter syndrome? It’s very slowly singing a softer tune as I learn more and more. I guess my place in this farm family is finally starting to be realized. I am also realizing that there is only 6 weeks until we open to the public. I better get back to those bits and bobs!