May

Actually it isn't, its beginning of June. I'm backtracking, May was a blur, beautiful and heart-wrenching, it moved too fast, May always does.

May is my birthday month, probably the most anticipated month of the year for me, time when my gardens come into a rolling bloom that won’t stop now until we get first frost, probably mid-October. I'm not a nomad, no matter how much I love the idea. I put down deep roots and develop deep connections with places where I live. This hundred year old farmhouse is an island in itself, I rarely want to leave, and I rarely do. Everything and everyone I love is here, except the ocean, you can’t have it all, I suppose. So besides going to see ocean as much as I can manage this is where you'll find me.

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We started developing our gardens more than a decade ago, following my dream of being a flower farmer and floral designer. We planted large peony garden, hydrangea patch, cut flower plot, and fernery. Wading in the ocean of blooms is something everyone should experience and I consider myself a very lucky person.

Peony field in bloom

Although I still grow and sell flowers I had to give up the idea of pursuing floral design…peddling two dreams proved to be a sure way to fail at both. Still, everything in my daily life finds its way into my work, even if I don’t see it right away. My love for everything ephemeral somehow evolved into textile designs - designs that will outlive me many times over. There's comfort and reassurance in this thought - and huge responsibility.