There’s a shift that happens, not all at once, and not always gently. One day you’re bouncing out of bed with the energy of a spring chicken, and the next, you’re standing in the kitchen wondering why your pants don’t fit, your patience is thin, and you could cry over a dropped spoon.
Welcome to the season of shifting hormones and growing older. It’s not for the faint of heart.
You know what? Neither is gardening.
Nature Doesn’t Apologize for Changing
In the garden, we expect things to change. No one scolds the tulip when it wilts. No one shames the apple tree when its fruit is smaller one year, or the leaves fall early. Change is built in. It’s expected. Honored, even.
Yet in life (especially for women) we’re told that aging is something to fear or fix. That if our bodies soften, if our energy dips, if our moods shift like the wind, we must be broken.
No, ma’am! You’re not broken! You’re evolving!
Hormones Are Like Weather: Powerful and Unpredictable
Much like a summer storm can roll in fast and fierce, hormones can take you by surprise. Hot flashes. Mood swings. Brain fog. Insomnia. Suddenly your body feels like it’s not your own, and you’re wondering who fried your wiring overnight.
And just like we adjust the garden, move a plant to better light, cover the soil to protect from frost, we can adjust our lives to support what’s happening inside. Herbal allies, nutrient-dense food, rest, movement, boundaries. Listening. Trusting. Honoring the change, instead of fighting it.
The Garden Doesn’t Bloom All Year—And Neither Do You
There’s wisdom in the soil. Even the most productive garden has times of rest, dormancy, and decay (some days I feel this!) Not every day is for flowering. Some days are for root work. Some seasons are for pruning.
Our culture worships productivity, and your body knows better. Aging isn’t decline, it’s refinement. You’re being called inward. To let go of what’s no longer needed. To nourish what still matters. To stop blooming for everyone else and finally grow for you.
Composting the Old, Making Room for the New
The garden wastes nothing. Dead leaves, spent stalks, the mess of last season, it all breaks down and becomes rich, fertile soil. You are allowed to let things fall away. Roles you’ve outgrown. Relationships that no longer fit. Expectations you never asked for.
Let them rot. Let them transform. Use them to feed the next version of you.
Growing Older Isn’t Losing Youth—It’s Gaining Wisdom
The garden doesn’t mourn the loss of spring when autumn comes. It celebrates the harvest. It ripens. Deepens. Stretches out in color and richness and grace.
So let’s do the same. Let’s stop fighting the changes and start flowing with them. Let’s listen to our bodies like we listen to the land. Let’s support our hormones like we support our tomatoes, staking, feeding, tending with care.
Growing older isn’t the end of anything! It’s just another season. One with its own beauty, its own strength, and its own kind of bloom.
Yard 2 Yield! 