The first frost hit this week. While surveying our garden and seeing the zinnias browned and withered from frost’s kiss, I felt an odd sense of relief. Normally, I feel sad because it means vases filled with flowers are no longer scattered around the house. It felt good to see a physical end to our summer season and to know a new start will be waiting for us next spring. My sweet peas have germinated nicely. See this previous post about what I did to start them. The anemones seem to be taking their sweet time to germinate.  I’m pretty sure I did something wrong, because they should have germinated by now. Our peony order got seriously discombobulated by our vendor.  At the last minute, I had to drop a variety because it had doubled in price and had to choose three totally different varieties that I didn’t plan on growing at all. We will just have to wait and see how our second string peonies do. Our farm also saw its first wedding flowers this week. …