The Evolution of a Flower Farm

At the age of two I went missing, My panicked parents found me, lying on my tummy, in the middle of a flower garden carefully inspecting the blooms. My father handed me some pansy seeds & a gardener was created. My eyes sparkled with anticipation that the tiny seed I planted would someday be a flower. As I aged I would come and go from the garden, as all youngsters do, but the scent of the sweet peas would bring me back every time. For a time I was a gardener for my profession, but college graduation brought all the changes and responsibilities it does. Marriage, kids and house; I was never without a flower garden in all of my many years. Earth is life & growing is spiritual for me. Touching the earth, supporting the dirt, growing substantially, farming is sacred work. I dreamed someday I could spend every day in my gardens.

In the middle of the pandemic, I found I NEEDED my flowers, and so I focused on my cut beds more than ever! I realized others were in need as well.  So, this year I donated my stems to those who were having a tough time. To see memories on someone’s face who received a bouquet of flowers that remind them of a simpler time is priceless!  Acres Abloom will continue as a flower farm for the locals of New Hampshire. A place where you can get local long lasting flowers that have been grow sustainably and with mother earth directing growth.

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