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our STOry

Like all good stories, our farm story begins with a love story. It starts with a handsome cowboy and blue-eyed girl. We dreamed of a place where we could grow a living from the land, with our hands in the dirt, the sun on our faces, and our children by our side. Eighteen years, three little boys and ten acres later, our dream is coming true.  

But like all good stories, our took some twists and turns before we arrived here. We were married at the ripe old age of 19 and 20 and bought our first house. While far from the farmhouse on the rolling country acres we dreamed of, we settled into our 812 sqft on a tiny corner lot and kept dreaming big dreams. Shane pursued a career in civil construction while I finished college and landed my dream job, teaching kindergarten in a small school just down the road.

Three houses later and two babies later, we found ourselves in a 1926 craftsman. Along with the original electrical and plumbing, we also inherited a few beds of perennials. By this time, I was at home full time and every nap time, I’d find myself out in the flower beds, weeding and dividing, mulching and harvesting little bouquets for friends. While I’d worked at a local flower shop through high school, the thought of pursuing a career in flowers had never occured to me. It was out in the flower beds, baby monitor attached to my hip, that I started realizing that flowers were more than just a passing hobby. I dug a few tiny flower beds, Shane build me a little roadside stand and then we watched our little business grow.

A few years later, with the addition of a third sweet little bundle in blue, we decided it was time to start looking for space to for our growing family and a real farm. After hunting for several years, we serendipitously discovered ten, flat, open acres in an area we’d only ever dreamed about living. That summer, we downsized from a large, beautifully renovated historical home and moved into a tiny, thirty year old mobile home. It was the best decision we ever made. Every day we count our lucky stars to be able to raise our boys, wild and free, a place to put down roots and an incredible community that we get to be a part of.