05/28/2026
Every season starts the same: a waiting game with the weather, a scramble between all the things demanding attention, and the excitement of those very first harvests.
Amongst the chaos, I cherish the quiet mornings most. That’s when I notice the little things — the brave blackbird chasing off a hawk, the quail making their first moves of the day, the flowers I’ve worked so hard to grow resting quietly before meeting the sun.
Growing flowers (and food) in Central Oregon is not for the faint of heart. We battle a short growing season, late frosts, relentless winds, and a never-ending rotation of pests. Most days, the odds honestly feel stacked against us.
But still, we forge ahead.
Because what local farmers bring to a community is about so much more than what ends up on the table or in the vase. It’s nourishment, connection, stewardship, beauty, and resilience. It’s caring deeply for a piece of land and sharing its bounty with neighbors.
Central Oregon is a special place — something I think anyone who lives here, or even visits briefly, can feel. Farmers are deeply invested in this land, but just as important is the community that chooses to support us.
Every bouquet, every farm stand purchase, every market visit — it all matters. Your support keeps small farms alive. It allows people like us to continue choosing this work, even when many would call it impractical, exhausting, or a little bit crazy.
And maybe it is.
But there is something deeply hopeful about people continuing to grow things for one another.
Photos by Mariah — a wonderful champion of our local community of growers, makers, and doers.
