Dear Friends,
When I started the farm, many years ago, it was with a shovel and a fierce determination not to have to put on a pair of panty hose everyday. In the beginning, the focus was on vegetables for food. One by one the huge eucalyptus trees (can’t grow under them) and chaparral were removed and tons and tons of composted horse manure were dug in. The work was exhilarating and with each seed planted the promise of good pure food for the body (and soul) was watered, fed and tended. Oh the lessons learned from those first naive years. Then tucked here and there were seeded and planted different flowers. Honestly, I did know the difference between an alstroemeria and a bromeliad but instinctively knew they were critical for the needed habitat of beneficial insects.
Spring is magical here. Little by little, one variety by another, scores of flowers burst to their glory and destiny providing not only scent and beauty, but the cornerstone of our healthy environment. Flowers aren’t just pretty things on a farm, they’re essential for a thriving and balanced environment.
With Mother’s Day coming up, it’s almost compulsory now through advertising to give flowers to your special someone. Most flowers these days come from other countries..no regulations on what is applied, low wages and flown in massive cargo shipments to be marketed as fresh ..but they have no scent..no soul.
We have plenty to share. Won’t you order an extra bouquet or two for your special someone this week? We even have heirloom scented baby roses that are adorable and dry able for saving. It helps the farm justify the enormous water bills we’re facing as the warmer season starts up. Keep us growing please.
Flowers are a wonderful gift for friends, family or associates. We’d be happy to include an extra bouquet or two to your deliveries. They’re available through
the Green Store or drop me a line and we’ll include them for you.
Thank you for all for your support. As the last little farm in the whole area, sometimes we feel like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dyke holding back catastrophe. We remain stalwart.
Happy cooking and smelling the flowers!
