Even as a little girl, I wanted to grow flowers. My grandmother would patiently cut a leaf or two from one of her violets and send it home with me for instructions on how to grow a new plant from that leaf.

As the season shifts from summer to fall, take a moment to slow down and soak in the beauty.

This past week, someone told me that my job is to inject some color into the world.

To build something truly exciting for people to experience. Something they can get involved with.

This guy doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that I own a FLOWER farm.

Every year, on the first weekend of December, we go to the school forest and choose a tree. It’s a party atmosphere, with hot chocolate, cookies, and a campfire. We meet up with friends we haven’t seen for months, and we chat while waiting for a wagon ride. Once out in the field, we wander from tree to tree, looking for just the right one.