Unbelievable: Building a Flower Farm from the Ground Up

“Unbelievable.”

That was the word an older couple used when they visited the farm a few weeks ago—and honestly, it’s the word I find myself saying most often too.

The gentleman had settled on the bench beneath the shade tree while his wife walked the rows, snipping her bouquet. As he gazed over the thousands of blooms, he asked, “Do all of these flowers come back every year?”

I giggled and explained, “No, they’re all summer-loving annuals. I plant them all by hand each year.”

His expression was like so many others—astonished and puzzled. Then came the next question: “How do you get it all done?”

It’s a question I never quite know how to answer. How do you explain that nearly 8,000 seeds were started in my basement? That each tiny seed was hand-sown into soil blocks? That as soon as frost was past, I planted every one—on my hands and knees? Or that thousands more were direct-seeded into the soil?

And that was just the beginning.

This spring, I laid out the weed barrier, burned thousands of holes, and carefully filled them one by one. I’ve spent countless hours here—sun up to sun down—sowing, planting, weeding, cutting, stripping stems, filling buckets, arranging bouquets, and hauling them out to their forever homes.

When his wife returned and sat beside him, he eagerly retold her everything I’d shared. Together, they shook their heads in amazement and said, “Unbelievable.”

And I couldn’t help but smile.

Because it is unbelievable. This flower farm was just a dream a year ago as I walked this very land imagining what could be. Now it’s alive with color, joy, and purpose—far greater than I ever expected.

People often ask me why I started a flower farm, and after years of searching for the “right” answer, I’ve finally realized it’s simple: joy.

Flowers make people happy. They bring joy to ordinary days and special moments alike. They connect us—to each other, to memories, and to the beauty of the present.

The beauty isn’t just in the fields of blooms—it’s in the process. The hard work. The failures. The insane weather. The tiny victories. The laughter and stories shared here. The smiles on someone’s face when they receive a bouquet.

Yes, it’s unbelievable. And I hope it always stays that way. 🌸