You know how I get about weddings – I love doing them, but I’m always a little on edge until the flowers are safely out the door.
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There’s just something about knowing it’s one of the biggest days of someone’s life that makes me second-guess everything:
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Are the colors right?
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Is the bouquet full enough?
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Did I put too much coral charm peony? (Answer: probably not. There’s no such thing as too much coral charm.)

For those who don’t know, I only take on à la carte weddings.

It’s sort of like ordering à la carte at a restaurant, you choose what you want, skip what you don’t.

Brides place their orders, have friends or family pick them up at the farm and do the setup.

It’s perfect for DIY or budget-conscious weddings, and it saves them thousands.

The brides who order from us are my favorite kind – the ones who care about fresh, local blooms and understand that seasonal flowers, harvested at their peak, have a life and vibrancy you just can’t buy from a wholesaler.

They know the dahlias in September aren’t just flowers, they’re the last hurrah of summer, the culmination of a whole growing season of care and chaos.

Anyway, this bride sent her dad to pick up the flowers.

Lovely man.

Cheerful, punctual, and immediately ready to help – which, unfortunately, I couldn’t allow.

We were working with dahlias, and dahlias are… delicate. They’re gorgeous, yes, but also the divas of the flower world. One little bump and pop — off goes the head.

So I gave him the usual last-minute rundown: don’t leave them in the sun, don’t tilt the vases, keep the bouts and corsages in the fridge.

He nodded dutifully, promised to take care of everything, and drove off.

A few hours later, I get a call from the wedding planner: “We’re missing the bouts and corsages.”

Cue panic.

I look at my husband, Steve, and say, “I knew it. He probably left them in the trunk. Men never listen when you get to the instructions part.”

We’re rolling our eyes, debating whether we should drive over and check ourselves.

Then the planner calls back.

“They were in the fridge,” she says.

Exactly where I told him to put them.

Touché, Dad. Touché.

Honestly, there’s never a dull moment with weddings. Every one of them comes with a little bit of drama, a little bit of magic, and always a story worth retelling.

If you or someone you know is planning a wedding next year, now’s the time — I’m booking 2026 weddings and would love to bring those seasonal blooms to another round of “I do’s.”

You can visit my wedding page here to learn more about our à la carte offerings.

And if you’re just starting to dream about your flower palette, I made a free downloadable guide that lists what’s in season by month – a handy cheat sheet for planning with nature, not against it.

Now that wedding season’s behind me, it’s back to planting garlic and dreaming about spring.

There’s something comforting about this cycle — one season closing, another quietly beginning.

Till next time,