Everyone loves to show the blooms. The glossy tomatoes stacked in a basket, the bright smiles at harvest, the shining before-and-after photos. But there’s a quiet truth tucked in between the highlight reels: life has seasons we don’t post about.
The middle parts. The messy parts.
The pruning, where we have to cut back what no longer serves us, even when it once looked beautiful. The fallow times, when the soil just… rests, and it looks like nothing is happening. The soggy, mud-covered days when we’re ankle-deep in work that doesn’t look like progress.
And yet, these are the seasons that shape us most.
It’s in the cutting back that we make space for new growth.
It’s in the waiting that the roots strengthen.
It’s in the unphotogenic moments, the quiet tending, that the future bloom is born.
Maybe we need to honor those seasons more. To say, “I’m in my pruning era,” or, “This is my muddy, unglamorous work phase.” Not as something to be ashamed of, but as a reminder that growth isn’t only measured in blossoms.
The blooms are just the evidence.
The real work, the real transformation, happens in the seasons we don’t post about.
Yard 2 Yield! 