From My Grandmamma's Shop to the Field
My earliest memories are in my grandmother's flower shop. The smell of fresh stems. The cool quiet of the space. The way she could take a handful of blooms and turn them into something that stopped people in their tracks. I loved everything about it.
Life took me in different directions for a while, the way it does. But somehow, flowers kept finding me. And eventually, I stopped walking away from them.
This farm has been in my husband's family since the 1800s. His family has grown many things on this land over the generations. Now we grow one more: flowers. What started as a small patch has grown into a half-acre of blooms right here in Cherokee County, Georgia, and I am still just as moved when something new comes up through the soil.
Farming is not easy. I'll be honest about that. But there is something about growing rows of color shaped by nature itself, then cutting those stems and turning them into something that brings light into a room, that makes the hard days worth it.
As I always say: I may not have much to give, but through these flowers, I hope to bring a little beauty back into a world that sometimes feels like it has lost its way.
A Love for Flowers, In Hand and In Soil
I design the way flowers grow. Loose, layered, and unhurried. Nothing stiff, nothing forced. The arrangements I love most look like someone wandered through a garden on a perfect morning and gathered whatever was beautiful that day.
Soft colors, natural textures, stems that have space to move. That is what I am always working toward.
But for me, flowers don't stop at the vase. The part I love just as much is stepping outside in the early morning, feeling the dew on the grass, and cutting blooms I grew myself. It is a simple kind of beauty. The kind that stays with you.
My hope is not just to design flowers for others, but to share that feeling. If I can inspire even one person to grow something, cut it, and put it on their kitchen table, that means something to me.But my love for flowers doesn’t stop in the vase—it lives just as deeply in the garden. There is something special about stepping outside in the early morning, feeling the dew, and cutting flowers you’ve grown with your own hands. It’s a simple kind of beauty that stays with you.
I hope not only to design flowers for others, but to inspire and share ideas so anyone can experience that feeling in their own garden.
WE'RE GLAD YOU'RE HERE!
Whether you found us through a search, a friend, or a handful of flowers at a market, we are happy you stopped by. This is a small, personal operation and every order, every message, and every visit matters to us.
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