My flower farming journey has been a journey of learning—filled with hope, dreams, joy, community, challenges, and constant refocusing.

I started growing flowers during one of the most difficult seasons of my life, at the height of the pandemic. At this time, I was the primary caregiver for my father over several months as he got sick and eventually passed away. Almost immediately after experiencing this loss of someone so important to me, I gave birth under difficult circumstances and began caring for a newborn during an extended stay in the NICU. In the midst of all of that, I also bought my first home. The flowers helped me find my way through grief during an emotionally and physically overwhelming time.

Flowers found me when I needed them most.

My little flower farm became more than a place to grow blooms. It became a place where I could grieve, heal my body and mind, reconnect with the earth, and slowly adjust to a new life as a mother. It quite literally helped save me.

Because of that, I placed flower farming in a very special space in my heart. Maybe too special. I think I carried an expectation that because flowers are beautiful, this journey would always feel beautiful too. I believed that growing flowers would only bring peace because that was exactly what I needed.

What are some challenges you've faced as a farmer? 

Last year, when life became incredibly busy in May and June, I missed important moments in the field. Crops struggled. Diseases appeared. Plants that I had nurtured so carefully didn't thrive the way I had hoped. I was devastated. I felt like I had failed.

But nature gently reminded me of something important.

Plants have their own journey. No matter how much love, care, and attention we give them, diseases happen. Pests appear. Weather changes. Crops fail. Farming teaches us that we are caretakers—not controllers.

Earlier this year, I found myself telling a couple of friends that I had developed a "toxic love" for flower farming. Saying those words out loud actually brought relief. But after reflecting, I realized the flowers were never the problem.

Flower farming has always been one of the greatest gifts in my life.

What I needed to change wasn't my love for growing flowers—it was my relationship with perfection, productivity, and my expectations. I needed to remember why I started in the first place.

Today, I'm learning to build a healthier relationship with this dream. I'm learning to protect my energy, balance flower farming alongside my full-time work, motherhood, family life, and community gardening, and create a farm that is sustainable—not just for the land, but for me, too.

I still believe flowers can change someone's day.

I still believe beauty matters.

And I still believe that tending a garden, even with its losses and imperfections, is an act of hope.

So I'll keep growing and building the flower farm with seeds, resilience, and myself—one season at a time. To care for myself as much as I care for the flowers and my community. 

How can community members find & support you?

If you'd like to bring some of these blooms into your own life, I'd love to share them with you. You can subscribe to my 2026 Fall CSA Flower Shares 2026 Fall CSA Flower Shares or join my website mailing list to receive updates on what's blooming at Apapacho Bloom. Thank you for supporting this dream and our small family flower farm.