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It all started with a New Year’s Resolution in 2016. I resolved to have fresh flowers on my table every day for a year. Once a week, I would buy whatever was in season from whoever was selling at the time. I discovered that I am especially drawn to fresh flowers grown with love from someone’s garden and counted down the days when they would make their annual appearance at our local farmer’s market. There is something about the whimsy and imperfection of a farm-grown market bouquet that feeds my soul. Fast forward to 2020, when I moved to my dream farm and started a plan for my very own flower garden. I mean, why wouldn’t I? I have the space, I love to putter, and now these flowers have become a 4-year addiction.
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I planted bits and pieces in little pockets on the farm where they would be safe from my other addiction: chickens. But alas, it was not enough. I knew right then that I would always want more flowers and more chickens and would soon run out of space. Enter fall 2022. A lovely little 5-acre piece of property on one of my favourite streets showed up in my local real estate paper. It had a small old house and enough outbuildings to hold coolers full of flowers. Nothing was stopping me, not even fear and common sense. I knew I was meant to have that property, and so I bought it and have been busy converting a hay field into a flower farm. Now I am writing my future as an official flower farmer and living my best life ever. I hope you will follow along on my journey and discover the joy of having flowers on your table, too.
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From a New Year’s resolution, an affair with flower farming is born.
What is there to tell? My name is Lee Anne, and I am a divorced woman in my prime, living my best life. I have transitioned from stilettos to gumboots and have not fallen on my face in the process. I am quite proud of that, if I am being honest. If I can pass one bit of wisdom along, it is to not fear getting old, embrace it and do it in style. My style consists of Levis (with stretch, of course), boots (caked in all things farm) and of course, sparkles in my hair (a.k.a. hay, seeds, pollen, feathers, etc.). On a daily I look like a train wreck, but let me tell you, don’t let the outside fool you into assuming what’s on the inside. On the inside… who am I kidding, I am a train wreck, toot toot! But this train wreck is living her best life ever and is proud of where she is in her journey to the grave. I surround myself with people I love who love me back. I have a posse of Llamas (also known as Paula, Bonny and Barb) that have my back at all times and two children that I absolutely adore and that I am so proud of, who support my every crazy notion, most of the time. My addictions, besides flowers, are my chickens, ducks, horses, mini donkeys, sheep, goats, cats and of course my dogs. I have a passion for learning and challenging myself. I also cannot live without coffee, chocolate and fresh warm bread. I love a nice bourbon and swear like a trucker, not necessarily in that order. I have stopped trying to fit into a box that society says is what women should be, and I am doing my “own thang”; being authentically me at all times. To those who love me, thank you from the bottom of my heart; to those who don’t, I wish you well.
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