Here we are, the very first wild flower child blog post. I have been dreaming of this for sometime, what is better than writing about what you love.
A little backstory to introduce myself; born in Canada, I was raised Catholic by my Hungarian maternal side, and feel blessed to have had those fundamental teachings about love and respect for one another. I enjoy singing in church, and going with my Mother, but my 'religion' has really become Mother Earth, I pray to her, and beyond our immediate life force, the Universe of course. It took me a little while to say that out loud, and not feel strange for identifying with witches. Why witches ever got such a bad reputation for worshiping nature, I am not sure.
My wonderful Grandmother who is turning 95 this year and I have had discussions skirting around this. One lovely cottage day in my late 20's, my aunt asked me about children, she having 5, and Grammy, 12. Long story short, I explained that my life was too turbulent to think about it at that moment, also I worry about the future, climate change, and overpopulation. My aunt said, "who will take care of you when you're old?" and my Grandmother grumbled, "You have a bad attitude." They both had valid concerns.
Shortly after this realization, that I had no immediate plans to have children. I needed to grow something, to feel more alive. Contribute to that not simple, simple word, life. In my Manhattan apartment I googled farms, which eventually led me to something I could sign up for easily, a Permaculture design course taught by Andrew Faust. If you don't know what Permaculture is, it is famously hard to define, but put simply to live in the most purposeful, efficient and harmonious way with Mother Earth.
After taking a few floral design classes for fun, it clicked with me in a way that I then had to as much as financially possible, (I will talk about designing much more in later posts). Every class there was a big bucket waiting for me from the wholesalers, I became fascinated by where all these flowers were coming from. I did some research, learning that 80% of our flowers are imported and a great deal of them sprayed with chemicals banned in the US. I then traveled around the East Coast to work on flower farms. Over the years spending the most time with two Kates, at Goose Creek Gardens, and Laughing Lady Flower Farm. Incredible women who really take the time to share what they know about flowers, farming, and life. Growing flowers for a living is not as easy as it might sound. I so admire the strength and determination to not let pests, floods, drought, pregnancy, aching bones, construction, costs, all the challenges deter how devoted and hard they work. Yes it is so worth it. To be the nurturer of the soil that feeds the seeds, babes that become the flowers we admire so fondly, the beauty for our most precious moments, our pollinators, our soil, air, and.. there's that word again, life.
I can only speak about what happens to me, as I drift with this current of today, with all the troubles of the world and politics around us. Maybe it is true if you do believe in yourself, what you care about, and work hard for it... should we call it the American dream? I continue to evolve with my Brooklyn garden. When we first acquired it, it was full of garbage, not looking so good. Now there are flowers blooming every season, (except for winter of course, unless you are counting inside). I am eagerly awaiting the yarrow, admiring the white allium, while the rose fades. It is my sanctuary, you know what they say about how healing and therapeutic it is to put your hands in dirt, (more appropriately called soil) is the truth.
I arrived on the New York flower scene quite blind, with a ton of ideals, and optimism. I suppose anyone feels while beginning a quest. Wild Flower Child was born exactly 2 years ago. Everyday I learn more about starting a business, some harder lessons than others. Will talk more about that!
Please stay tuned as I look back at more WFC seeds and grow.