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“It Is Finished!”

Saturday, November 8 –

At exactly 4:36 p.m., Dion and I gave each other a high five and declared the words we’ve been waiting to say all season—“It is finished!”

Dahlia Harvest is Finished
Dion & Debra Finishing Dahlia Harvest

After weeks of long days and muddy boots, every dahlia tuber is finally cut, sorted, labeled, and safely tucked away for winter. The fields are quiet now, the tools are cleaned, and the last crates are stored—out of reach from frost and all the other unpredictable forces of nature we’ve battled since early October.


Though there’s still work ahead—organizing, labeling, and finishing the inventory—it feels lighter somehow. The race against time has ended. What remains now is rhythm and rest.

I’m deeply grateful for the incredible team of helpers who stood with us through the harvest and for the laughter that filled our days even when our muscles ached. But today, especially, I’m thankful for Dion. We made a great team—steady, determined, and somehow still smiling through it all. This season reminded me how partnership can turn even the hardest labor into something joyful.


As I walked back from the field tonight, the sunset painted the sky in soft blush and gold, and I couldn’t help but whisper a quiet thank You for strength, for beauty, and for the gift of completion. What a blessing it is to bring another harvest home.


Faith Reflection

There’s something sacred about the words “It is finished.” They remind me of the moment on the cross when Jesus spoke them—not in defeat, but in fulfillment. The work given to Him was complete, and redemption was accomplished.

In a smaller way, each season on the farm echoes that truth: there is a time to plant, a time to tend, and a time to finish. The closing of a season doesn’t mean the end—it means the work has been faithfully done, and it’s time to rest in what God has provided.


Tonight, as the farm settles into quiet, my heart rests in that same assurance: that every bit of labor, offered with love and purpose, becomes part of something far greater than we can see.


Sincerely

Debra Flaming

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