I was four or five when I started paying attention to plants—really paying attention. That love never left me, but life has a way of making dreams wait.

I grew up around women who did most everything from scratch. Cooking, clothes, all of it. Almost nothing came from a store if hands could make it. That stuck with me. So did the dream of one day growing the flowers I'd use to make something beautiful.

In 2021, I finally started. I was 48. No background in floristry—just decades of wanting this and the determination to learn. I spent four years experimenting, testing which flowers thrived on my land and which ones actually lasted in a vase (some are stunning in the field and worthless the moment you cut them). I studied how to process stems for the longest vase life, how to grow through the seasons, how to do this right—not as a hobby, but as a craft.

When my husband and I moved to the country, we weren't expecting much beyond trees and quiet. What we found was a warm, generous community. Serendipity. The name stuck.

This is my second official year selling, but it's built on years of preparation—and a lifetime of dreaming. I'm not just arranging flowers. I'm growing them, learning them, working toward something bigger: Dreaming of one day building a place where people can come and experience a garden with all their senses. Especially those who don't always get that chance.

That's what Serendipity Gardens is becoming. I'm glad you're here for it.

I was 5 years old in that picture, i think i was calling my local florist, lol.