There’s something about spring on a lavender farm that feels deeply hopeful.
After months of muddy boots, pruning shears, giant downpours of rain, weeds, and wondering if the fields will wake back up… tiny green shoots begin appearing again almost overnight.
And every year, it reminds me:
growth rarely looks glamorous in the beginning.
This spring feels a little different for me personally because I’m also stepping into a brand new decade: 50.
And honestly? I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on how similar life is to farming.
Some seasons are abundant.
Some are exhausting.
Some require pruning.
Some require patience.
And some seasons feel completely dormant before something beautiful starts growing again.
When my dad first started what eventually became Purple Pastures Lavender Farm over 25 years ago, I don’t think any of us imagined where this little farm would lead.
What began as a hobby slowly blossomed into a huge part of our identity.
There have been years of incredible growth.
Years of uncertainty.
Years of rebuilding.
And through all of it, the lavender kept teaching us the same lesson:
you can survive hard seasons and still bloom beautifully.
That lesson hits differently at 50.
Because by this age, life has humbled you a little.
Okay… maybe a lot.
You realize perfection isn’t the goal anymore.
Peace is.
Meaning is.
Health is.
Faith is.
Connection is.
These days, my idea of happiness looks surprisingly simple:
Coffee before the farm wakes up.
Fresh lavender bundles drying in the barn.
Kids coming home.
A quiet moment with God.
Dogs running through the rows.
And the reminder that growth is still possible at every age.
Spring has a way of making you believe in new beginnings again.
And maybe that’s why I love this season so much.
The farm may bloom in purple every year…
but I think the people tending it grow right alongside it.