Our Story

Flowers have always captivated me—their beauty, their fleeting nature, and the joy they bring. If you asked me to pick a favorite, I’d have to say I love them all. But a few hold special meaning in my heart.

Sunflowers, the symbol of our farm, were my Nana’s favorite. Carnations remind me of my Papa, who used to sing A White Sport Coat (and a Pink Carnation) by Marty Robbins to me while strumming his guitar. And lilacs take me back to springtime at my grandparents’ home, where their scent filled the air from the bush beside their house. Their fragrance is intoxicating, a reminder that some of the best memories are tied to simple, beautiful things.

When we moved to our homestead, I felt deep down that I was meant to be here. The day we found out about the house, Neon Moon by Brooks & Dunn played on the radio—a song my Nana and I always loved. After we closed, I walked through the house and noticed something I hadn’t seen before: one of the rooms had a sunflower wallpaper border. It felt like a sign, a gentle nudge that this was exactly where I was meant to plant roots and grow something beautiful.

And then, another sign appeared. In the yard stood a huge bush that I assumed was dead, something I had planned to remove. But just as spring arrived, it surprised me—it began to bloom, revealing itself as a lilac. The very flower that reminds me of my Nana and Papa had been here all along, waiting for its moment to come back to life.

That’s what our flower farm is about—creating a place where memories bloom, where beauty is meant to be shared, and where every bouquet tells a story. I hope you’ll find joy in the flowers here, just as I have.

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