It started from a ten year old's dream. I was blessed as a child to get to experience life growing up on ten acres. We had every animal you could imagine and the space to run wild and free - something I made my mission to recreate for my children. My two non-negotiables when I met Ben-a farm and children. Two of my life's greatest blessings.

After many years of searching for property, we stumbled upon our acreage, and knew instantly that this was our forever home. Having walked through what seemed like hundreds of places, the feeling I got walking our farm for the first time was one that cannot be described. Every particle of my being lit up. We were home. FINALLY. My soul had a place to settle, a place to lay down roots, a place to grow and a place to belong.

The first few months were a whirlwind of painting and planting, the constant battle of things needing to be done inside versus outside.

Five months of loving every minute on our beautiful slice of paradise came to a screeching, devastating halt when our property was hit by the November 2021 floods, where approximately 6 feet of water swallowed our beautiful home and acreage. Still typing this today brings tears to my eyes thinking about those days. The evacuation of our children in the pitch black of the early morning, the rush back to the farm to save our animals, and the months that followed of repairs to get our home and property back to the place it used to be. The place that was so full of colour and happiness, was now colorless and brought on a grief so heavy that we got swallowed by it.

In searching, grasping, and clawing my way out of some of the darkest days of my life, I turned to my garden for therapy. I shut out the world, got my hands in the dirt, and as I watched everything on the farm come back to life, so too did I. I didn't know it at the time, but this was the catalyst for Rookie Blooms Flower Farm. Slowly, but surely, piece by piece my heart, my mind and my body were put back together with each flower and vegetable I planted, grew and harvested. That feeling was medicine for my soul. The more time I spent in the garden, the happier I was, the better life became. The laughter came back to the farm along with an abundance of colour and life. My animals came home, my kids flourished, and my heart was healed.

The more time I spent in the garden, the less I wanted to ever leave my farm. Happiness was there and the excitement I had when planning my garden was like nothing I had experienced in a very long time. The bees, frogs and butterflies became my friends and the quiet, slow pace was something I not only craved, but needed more deeply than I ever truly realized.

The winter months were spent planning and visualizing the future beauty of the garden and the anticipation was something that took over my body. Book after book was ordered, podcast after podcast on repeat, and an Instagram page that had more farms followed than people I personally knew. It became my obsession. Spring couldn't come soon enough, and until it did, I would consume any and all things flowers. Growing Floret, a documentary about the Dahlia growing Guru, had me hooked. The more I watched, the more I couldn't get the idea out of my head- turning the farm into a flower farm. The idea was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. For days the idea percolated until I got the courage to voice it out loud to my husband. And that was it... Once it was spoken out loud, it was set into motion. I began reaching out to whoever I could talk to about starting a flower farm. I signed up for an online flower farming business course and everything took off.

Rookie Blooms Flower Farm was born and a new purpose was bestowed upon me - one I am excited for and terrified of. One that will bring so much happiness to myself and a future for my family. A potential business that my children can be part of and a way to bring joy into the world one flower at a time. What more could anyone ask for?