The Beginning

In the beginning she was brand new to what became her passionate dream. A “black thumb” was given her name by her mother whose flowers has passed on. In the beginning was a girl who began the journey to her dream. She dug the earth, planted the seeds, and grew the blooms to learn the composition of what she sold at markets. She learned the art of the flowers to give to presence of the community that summer. In the brow of the next summer, she harvested the seeds of the previous, dug the earth, planted the seeds, and grew the blooms hence forth brought large harvests for the community once more.

In the beginnings of the making of the dream that would change her life.

The girl worked the hours of the sun’s light creating and composing bouquets for the community, harvesting the stems from the earth that came of the seeds. She weeded the bad and cared for the good, she weeded the bad and kept close good friends and family to surround her new dream- becoming whom taught her new dream come true of flower farming.

She created her own, harvested seeds from the previous, tilled the earth, dug the soil, planted the seeds, grew the blooms and composed for the community at the start of her dream.

She worked the ground once more, weeded out the bad and continued under the sun’s light.

Soon she was engulfed in her creations, surrounded by the presence of God and His doing of providing such beauty and awe. She- now living in her dream, became delightful. She became of what her dream was all those years ago, in the beginning where she dug the earth, planted the seeds, and grew the blooms on her own flower farm.