It began in 2017, when I planted my first dahlia. I was in love with the experience of having fresh flowers around the house. Jokingly, I said to my husband, “just wait, someday I’ll have a whole field of this stuff”.

Fast forward to the summer of 2020. I was on mat leave with our second bloom. After arriving home from a long trip, I headed straight to the garden. While cutting and arranging what had flourished while I was away, I had a moment. Stillness. Enjoyment. Calm. Creativity. Clarity. I caught myself not thinking about the noise. That moment stayed with me. It was a sign. A turning point.

 

​I asked myself often, "what can I do, that makes me truly happy, that will blend well with the hopes I have for my motherhood experience".

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Prior to mat leave, I had a great job. Lovely colleagues, work that challenged me. Don’t get me wrong. I loved being a career person. But my personal life had evolved. I craved the opportunity to spend my days with my girls. I craved the opportunity to put energy into something that was truly my own. Something that reflected the life my husband and I were building, and something that would have lasting impact on my little blooms. 

So, there it was. In my garden, the idea was born. I had finally been pushed to the point of courage, change and action. I found my husband, who was mid-shower, and announced: “I want to start a business growing flowers”. After more explanation, he followed with: “so what do we have to do to get started?”.