My Story

You are never too old to dream and in my lifetime I have learned that it is entirely possible to have both feet firmly planted on the ground and still be a dreamer. I was a nurse for almost 30 years, caring for pregnant women and babies, very rewarding work. But I had a dream, one of creativity and flowers. After the loss of my first husband to cancer in April 2017, I found myself in a strange and foreign place. Grief is painful. You lose more than the person who has passed, you lose a sense of identity, friends, a way of life, and direction. I had to find myself again, who was this woman, wife, mother, and nurse? 

As time passed, grief did not get easier, it just morphed from one form to another. I turned to yoga, which helped, and then decided to try and grow plants and flowers in my yard. I had hard, compacted terrible clay dirt. It took me over an hour to dig a hole, but I dug. I cried and cursed. Slowly the earth helped me to heal. I killed many plants but I tried again. I read books on improving the soil and built my first no-dig bed and transformed my yard from the worst in the neighborhood to a beautiful haven. 

I met my now husband and we share a love of gardening and plants. Dates were spent at botanical gardens and garden centers. After we married he gifted me with a beautiful plot of land, his incredible tractor skills, and muscles. He helped me start my dream garden. 

It is my hope to create not only beautiful, healthy, and sustainable cut flowers, but also a beautiful space in which to enjoy the whole experience of gardening. I hope to add workshops at the garden one day, cut your own days, and perhaps very small events. I respect this slice of heaven that is my garden. I am working hard to improve soil health, fertility, and encourage as many beneficial creatures as possible through regenerative agricultural practices.