After weeks of chasing weeds, catching up from a brutal heat wave, and watching summer slip by, I realized I'd broken a promise I made to myself. Surprisingly, I wasn't disappointed. Instead, flower farming reminded me that not every season unfolds according to plan—and that's okay.
After years of constantly building, fixing, and trying to stay one step ahead on the flower farm, this spring feels a little different. Between blooming peonies, morning walks through the fields, and a slightly unexpected decision to take up golf, I’ve been thinking a lot about hobbies, slowing down, and learning how to enjoy the life you worked so hard to create.
Fresh flowers aren’t meant to last forever — but with a few simple care tips, you can enjoy them much longer. In this post, Seashore Flower Farm shares easy ways to keep flowers fresh naturally, why farm-grown flowers evolve in the vase, and how to enjoy every last stem throughout your home.
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.
A winter reflection on small course corrections, intermittent fasting, sourdough temptations, and the deep, quiet waiting season before spring flowers return to the farm.
A flower farmer’s reflection on “marigold people” and “walnut tree people,” boundaries, and why not everything thrives in every environment—plus what gardening teaches us about relationships and growth.
Getting older comes with aches, stiffness, and fewer things that bend—but also one incredible gift: freedom from caring what everyone thinks. A reflection on aging, boundaries, and what winter on our Cape May flower farm teaches about doing only what matters.
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.
When winter slows the flower fields in Cape May, the oven heats up. A cozy reflection on sourdough baking, brown butter chocolate chip cookies, and how winter on a flower farm is all about patience, rest, and tending good things behind the scenes.
This weekend we moved our youngest to New York City—and before the boxes and furniture, there was a train ride, a mistaken identity, some very public tip math, and a reminder that every season of life (and farming) comes with its own rhythm.
