Flowers connect us with what is most essential and most human in us. Our vitality. Our connectedness.
The flowers we grow are a celebration of the diversity of life on this planet we love so dearly.
They can communicate what we don't have the right words for; what the poetry can’t quite get at; what you really feel when you tell someone you are sorry for their loss, that you are over the moon in love, that you have so many feelings, but you just can’t quite figure out what to call them.
They are what your eyes fill up with when you are really trying to mean something.
We believe that flowers should help craft meaning in the singular moments when the soul brims over.
Celeste is the farm’s full-time farmer and florist.
Besides being a grower, she’s a dreamer, a lover, a feeler, an optimist and a bit of a rebel.
She lives and farms in Bellingham, Washington at her partner Jay’s ranch. The farm has a great view of Mount Baker, the volcano she’s been in love with since moving here four years ago.
Jay is a dreamer at heart.
His long-term vision pulls everything on the farm into order. He is the farm's anchor.
He is also a true grower. Having studied horticulture at Montana State and managed field operations for a large native plant nursery, he has an intuitive sense for what plants need and an agile understanding of mechanics and farm systems.
Hi! Let me tell you a bit about how Jay and I got into this whole flower farming adventure!
Jay is the best thing to have happened to me.
From the moment he left a pint of homegrown peaches on the hood of my blue ‘92 Chevy S10, I started falling and falling hard.
The flower farm was his dream. He had been dreaming it for 20 years when I finally came along with my stubborn can-do attitude and wild approach to projects.
Fortunately for me, he was more methodical than I. Fortunately for him, I am better at computers.
I had started growing flowers two years before as a pollinator side project. I was studying perennial agriculture and building a business growing herbs and storage crops. Why not feed the beneficial insects and make the vegetables as comfortable as possible? It was awesome.
I pulled all the onions in August and watered the remaining weeds so the Zinnias at the end of each row would pull through the summer drought. The Phacelia grew in a frenzy and so did the bees.
I’ve since gotten quite a bit better at weed suppression and row cropping. But that first year, the flowers are what pulled me through the 16 hour days and made the field feel like home. I slept in a hammock in the corner, saving money while working off-farm.
I commuted around the corner to work as a seed collector and propagator for a native plant nursery. Which is where I met Jay. And oh could he drive a tractor! Laser straight lines.
So anyway, Jay brings me back to his farm and he’s growing ALL THESE FLOWERS. I still remember harvesting the last bucket of dahlias before the frost. What a dream.
I can’t quite believe we made it to this point. I get to be outside most of my waking life. I am surrounded by an immense garden. I get to dream about color and texture AS A JOB.
The flowers don’t make us rich, but they make up for the lack of monetary gain in fulfillment. It’s like living life with the macro lens and the landscape lens on FULL TIME.
Wondrous. Eyes wide open. Life overflowing.
Thanks for taking the time to get to know us!