A family-run flower farm rooted in community.

My family of three lives on a farm with an oak tree that dwarfs our small blue farmhouse. It’s heaven, and my favorite spot is the screened-in porch out back. The chair I’ve claimed has a permanent butt-print that proves my possession; yet if you were a guest, I’d pour you a cold drink and offer you the second-coziest seat. We’d chat and watch the sunset over Oklahoma: pink, then orange, then purple. My cat (whom we inherited with the property) would charm you, even if you’re not a cat person… I know this because I’m not a cat person. You’d hear train whistles, church bells, and the songs of birds I mostly don’t know the names of. You’d smell citronella, fresh cut grass, and sourdough right-out-the-oven. Maybe without even realizing it, you’d sit and you’d breathe a little deeper. 

Now unfortunately, y’all can’t all leave my house with more pet hair and pounds than you came with, but my hope is that this blog leaves you with the same warm feeling my porch would; that it inspires you to slow down, simplify, and live more intentionally. I’m really glad you’re here!