Sometimes wisdom hides in plain sight; round, orange, and sun-warmed. The pumpkin patch became my autumn classroom, teaching me how to slow down, listen, and find nourishment in unexpected places.

I haven’t been very good at doing nothing lately. Between the nonprofit trip, the pumpkin patch, Cedar & Cypress, and the constant tending of family life, my days feel like soil that’s been turned one too many times…air-hungry, overworked, losing its softness. I keep telling others that rest is sacred, yet I catch myself racing past my own words. It doesn’t feel like hypocrisy so much as forgetfulness. The kind that happens when love for many things stretches you thin. As I s