Snapshot of flowers and herbs I've been selling at the Pelican Market I think I'm starting to realize what it feels like to break up with yourself. As in, an identity that you've held for yourself for years. How many times have I introduced myself as 'farmer' or 'future farmer'? What really constitutes a farmer, anyways? I remember thinking to myself just last week that 'wow, if I break 1K this season, I'll be officially recognized by the U.S. government as a farmer'. How dumb. What's more dumb is what it feels like to be working against the grain, putting energy in the wrong places, and coming out on the other side like a torn up rag. It's not that I've utterly failed at growing this season. In fact, I receive many compliments from customers and love to see the light in their eyes when they come upon my flowers at the Pelican Market on Friday afternoons. But it's the deep seated feeling that this is not right that's making me