I would never have called myself an artistic or creative kid. I played sports, worked hard on my grades, and hung out at the mall with my friends. My moments of artistry, some on stage, and some with a pen and paper, were always brief and meaningful to me. It wasn't until I crossed paths with and became friends with a truly gifted flower farmer + florist that the coarse of my path changed forever.  

I will never forget the Friday's spent in the workshop room at Stonewall Farm making market bouquets with dear friends Liz, Kelly and Sarah. I didn't realize it (or didn't want to admit it at the time) but floral design work inspired me. It opened my heart to the power of vulnerability and it's beautiful connection to life, death, and dirt. By allowing myself to be a creative person, as well as a steward of the land, I am able to experience the fullest spectrum of mental, physical, and emotional connection there can be to a time and place. It is hard, dirty, raw, sorrowful, inspirational, beautiful, challenging, ecstatic, painful, exhausting, spiritual work that I am grateful for everyday.  

My design work is inspired by and respectful of mother nature. Whenever I raise my snips to remove a branch, bloom, or bulb I give thanks. I am appreciative of this gift given to me, that I am now able to give. It is a relationship based on giving, not receiving, and of gratitude, not expectations. This is why I am so committed to using my own flowers or those of my flower farming community in all my design work. When I am absolutely unable to utilize local, I turn to other American farmers with sustainable practices. Needless to say, your flowers are thoughtfully sourced and lovingly arranged. Enjoy.