If you had told me years ago while I was harvesting rows of vegetables that I would become a florist, I may have rolled my eyes. Admittedly, it was not exactly what occurred to me when I switched from growing vegetables to flowers, but by now I have put endless hours into cultivating my designs and as importantly, determining how to navigate with integrity and, an attempt at grace, the beast than can be the wedding industry. I have done this the same way I have done most things in my life: with a measured and steady Capricorn pace and disregard for all the hyped up advice for how I should do things.
We offer flowers for other events, but weddings are what we do most often and therefore, best. When we are able to choreograph flowers rather than force their movements the most memorable arrangements come through. I have described my relationship to flowers as any artist working within a medium; arranging flowers is my practice. I create these dying sculptures over and over, each time finding something new, seeing something new.
My role as a florist has in many ways eclipsed my identity as a grower, but the farm is still where I begin all these arrangements. The tiny seeds that I press into the soil each spring and tend throughout the season. Each spring, summer and autumn are different and no year is ever the same. But I know the flowers are beautiful, always beautiful, I can promise that.