Smiling Goat Flower Farm

This weekend was a big one.

Approximately 750 plants made their way into the ground… and then some of them promptly got washed out during the rainstorm and had to be tucked back in. 🌱

Over 300 dahlia tubers are officially planted too. This year I’m trying a new method—digging trenches and planting a little closer together. I’m excited (and a little nervous) to see how it all turns out.

Drip irrigation was checked and laid out. There was at least one trip to the hardware store. Probably more dirt in my shoes than should be possible. And somehow I barely took any pictures because I spent most of the weekend working.

My husband was an absolute trooper through it all.

By 6:30 last night I had crashed on the couch, completely spent. Even Gus let me sleep past 6 a.m. this morning, which might be the biggest miracle of the entire weekend since he’s usually ready to start his day around 4:30.

If I’m being honest, I’m exhausted. And a little emotional.

Flowers mean a lot to me. I truly love growing them. But wow, this spring has tested me. The rain. The cold. The seedlings that seem determined to stay tiny forever.

Still, I keep reminding myself that these plants want to grow. Their roots are searching, stretching, and settling in. They don’t know the forecast, the calendar, or my worries. They just keep doing what they were made to do.

So here’s to another Monday.

Here’s to weekends that make this flower dream possible.

Here’s to warmer days ahead, roots spreading their little wings, and fields full of blooms that will someday make all of this hard work feel very worth it. ❤️

Proof that farming has been part of my story for a very long time.

Just look at this photo.

The oversized rooster.
The oversized glasses.
The aggressively 90s bangs.

But when I look past all that, I see a little girl who loved being outside. A little girl who was happiest around animals, dirt under her fingernails, and anything growing in the garden.

Back then, I had no idea that one day I’d be growing flowers, talking dahlias with customers, and spending my evenings checking seedlings and weather forecasts. But looking at this picture now, maybe the clues were there all along.

Life has a funny way of bringing us back to the things we loved first.

The farm looks different these days, and thankfully so do the glasses, but the joy I find in growing things is very much the same.

As for the bangs… I’m still undecided. Feel free to weigh in. 👇😂

This holiday weekend was the perfect mix of productive and fun 🤍

First things first — my husband and I made a very important commitment Friday morning: ice cream would be consumed every single day of the long weekend 🍦😂

As I sat Monday night finishing off an ice cream bar while writing this post… I can officially report we were successful.

The weekend was full of dahlia bed prep, porch pretties finding homes in pots, and one of my favorite projects yet — creating a little herb beverage center 🌿 Complete with apple mint, pineapple sage, dwarf basil, lemon thyme, and chamomile. I already know the iced teas, lemonades, and mocktails this summer are going to be SO good.

I spent some time wandering our local farmers market and somehow came home with tomato plants, husk cherries, a few more herbs, and even a little lisianthus 👀🌸 More to come on whether I’ll be brave enough to attempt growing lisianthus from seed next season… because we all know I apparently enjoy chaos.

Sunday was spent at a Red Sox game with my bestie and my little family ⚾️ And somewhere in all the busyness, my husband and I celebrated twelve years of marriage 🤍

Monday was slower and sweet — helping my momma pick out and set up her porch so she can have the little sanctuary she deserves.

Overall, it was such a good weekend. And if I’m being honest, this post would’ve gone up Monday night… but life has been so busy lately that I needed tonight to catch up and snap a few photos first 😂

Those magical potatoes need to get in the ground!!

Now onto another week of planting, prepping, and chasing summer 🌱☀️