Welcome! I’m Cindy and this is Scott, the chief mad scientist who brings my visions for this flower farm to life! Together, we are navigating life in our mid 50s, renovating a little fixer-upper on 3 1/2 acres in Amissville, Virginia, and trying to keep our three rowdy dogs, Chipper, JoJo, and Bodhi from taking over everything!

We grow lots of flowers, but the dahlias…the dahlias are my babies!! Our crop plans are already in action and l am chomping at the bit to let you know about the direction we are going this year! I’m so excited to soon share how this little flower farm is going to the next level!!! As I get busy in another season of meeting some goals and failing at others, I wanted to share my “why”. It’s what keeps me grounded when things go well and keeps me going when they don’t. I hope you’ll join our journey!

When I bought this house, I was questioned.. “but it’s so far” …yep… “but it’s old and needs work”…yep… “but it’s so much land to maintain”…yep…. “but it’s so unlike your style”…yep, yep, yep. Regardless, for some reason it felt right. There have been many, many timesI thought I couldn’t tolerate the dirt, the disarray, or the drive to and from work any longer, and imagined those who questioned me saying “told you so!” Many tears of frustration have been shed as I questioned whether country life and construction life was for me. It’s grown on me. Kind of. I needed a purpose for being out here. One day in early spring, I thought…I have this land and there is no reason I shouldn’t be using it! My dad worked and retired from John Deere and I think he probably would’ve loved having a little farm! He and my mom are both gone now, but I wanted to do something with this little place that they would’ve enjoyed seeing and hearing about! They loved following along with all my crazy ideas and projects. So I flung myself into growing flowers. It’s been everything that would normally make me crazy….wayyy too many things out of my control, a slowwwww, dirty process. Omg the dirt!! I drive a white car with white seats for God’s sake…dirt is a hard one for me. My nails were broken and dirty almost all summer. I made so many mistakes and there were so many days I was just waiting, waiting, waiting for a sprout, then waiting for a bud, then waiting for a bloom. Patience is also hard for me. Somewhere in all of it, though, messy” and “imperfect” became ok and I realized the control was never really mine. And that was ok!

I’d changed for sure!! In finding the purpose for this place, I’d found peace with it as well.

One day, while I was out cutting dahlias, knowing it was what I’d worked so hard and waited so long for, I was astounded by their perfection…They are garden royalty!! It’s tempting to look at them and this flower farm, full of blooms, and think “I did that!” …but all I did was give them a spot to grow, water and protection. Nature did this. I wasn’t really responsible for their growth, but they were absolutely responsible for mine.