The Walks We Didn’t Plan (And the Way Community Grows)
What a ten-day visit with our grand-dog taught me about slow living, community in West Cape May, and why choosing locally grown flowers is about more than just bouquets.
What a ten-day visit with our grand-dog taught me about slow living, community in West Cape May, and why choosing locally grown flowers is about more than just bouquets.
Winter in Cape May can feel endless, but spring flowers are closer than you think. Here’s what’s blooming soon at Seashore Flower Farm—from tulips and hellebores to ranunculus and lilacs.
A nostalgic look back at our loud, chaotic, magical holiday parties in an old Montclair house — and the new idea that’s been brewing: a Christmas in July gathering at our Cape May flower farm. Plus, a quick farm update on cool-season seedlings and what’s getting planted next.
Forget last-minute grocery store bouquets. This Valentine’s Day, the best gift isn’t flowers—it’s the promise of them. Here’s why a tulip or ranunculus subscription from our Cape May flower farm might be the most romantic (and practical) gift of all.
A winter check-in from our Cape May flower farm: seedlings are growing, TV is being binged, tulips are being coaxed into bloom, and Valentine’s Day is less about imported flowers and more about the promise of spring.
A handmade ornament, a bouquet of sweet peas, and a reminder that the best gifts aren’t things—they’re memories. A reflection from our Cape May flower farm on why flowers mean more than we realize.
A winter holiday story from our Cape May flower farm about keeping things simple, feeding hungry men, and what the quiet season looks like for a local florist planning for spring.
Behind every bouquet is a calendar, a plan, and a little chaos. A Cape May flower farmer shares how seasonal flowers, weddings, and subscriptions are planned long before bloom time.
A New Year reflection from our Cape May flower farm—on community, locally grown flowers, and the quiet beginning of a new growing season as winter slowly gives way to spring.
Living in New York City in my twenties felt like living in a fairy tale — $700 Manhattan studios, rent-stabilized Stuyvesant Town apartments, and job hopping like it was an Olympic sport. Now my daughter is starting graduate school at NYU, apartment hunting from several states away, and I can’t help but compare her experience to my magical (and occasionally chaotic) NYC days. Plus: a peek into this week’s Farm Happenings, from tulip bulb arrivals to wreath workshops and our Early Black Friday bloom subscriptions.