The Flower Lady

This is me now. Flower Farmer. Florist. Wreath Maker. Educator. Small business owner.

But swipe over… because this is where it really started.

Just a little girl being posed with her mom in front of her mom’s garden — right where my love of gardening and nature first took root.

Smelling them. Picking them. Admiring them.
Learning to appreciate nature’s beauty long before I knew this could ever be a career.

When I asked my mom and dad to help me find these photos yesterday, I couldn’t believe how many pictures there were of them with flowers too. And my grandparents — my Oma and Opa — whose gardens I still remember so clearly: the smell of lavender, the crunch of a fresh snow pea, and the big bumble bees slowly making their way from blossom to blossom.

Turns out… the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 🌸

It took me time to figure out my course. There were other jobs. Other chapters. Other lessons.

But the love?
It started here. And maybe even a generation before me.

So when you choose to order from me instead of popping into Kroger or running through Trader Joe’s for a quick bouquet, I want you to think of her.

The little girl who just loved flowers.
The parents who passed that love of nature down.
The dream that quietly stayed the whole time.

When you shop small, you’re not just buying flowers.
You’re choosing a story. You’re choosing legacy. You’re choosing heart.

And I will never take that lightly.

Thank you for being here with me as this little-girl dream continues to grow. 💕

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💐

We met in college when I was 20.
Our very first Valentine’s Day was in 2005.

This year we celebrated by making each other cards and buying each other a few treasures at the local antique mall.

Hope your day, and the year ahead, is filled with lots of love. ❤️

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