The ones I love grew a passion for flowers.

Growing up spending as much time as possible at my Grandparents farm. I remember well her vegetable garden that provided for her family. She had flowers beds around, but it wasn’t until later in life that she and grandpa moved off the farm that the flower gardens became the highlight of their days. It seemed like every time you arrived at the house the first thing we did in the summer was take a tour of the garden. As a kid the hens and chicks were my favorite. That was mainly because of the name, and the way grandpa would be so proud of all the little new sprouts coming off them. There still is nothing like the smell of peonies that will being me right back to my Grandma D’s garden. My Grandma L. also had flowers but had a large stroke when I was just a young girl so I didn’t have near the time with her although the smell of lilacs bring her to my mind. I think more because thats what I would pick each spring on my bike ride down to see her and leave them for her. Now my kids are growing up with flowers surrounding their grandma’s gardens. When I think or roses I think of my mother in law. She has the most wonderful roses, and poppies that bring me back to her garden. My mom has Irises, Lilys and peonies. The purple Iris always makes me think of my late sister whom loves purple. Is there a flower that will put you right back in your favorite garden?

That all leads us into the why of the flower farm. Flower spark a memory that being us joy most of the time. This is why after years of saying “Why buy flowers if they die.” I have now found them to be a great joy. They are easy to share with others to bring joy to them as well. I have battled depression on and off and in the past, and recently; I realized what a mood lifter a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers was. I hope that through the flowers it will bring the community joy even on the hard days. With that I pray that with a the simplicity of flowers you will find joy.

Aliza Anderson