Alway​​s In Bloom​


Flower Blog #1

An ongoing series of informational entries about blooming things

Ready to Bloom - flowers for children

March 19, 2018

I fell in love with flowers at a very young age. My grandmothers were both avid gardeners and their patches of blooms filled my head with sweet fragrances and soft textures. Grandma Lois had fluffy white clouds of alyssum heading to her front door. I didn't miss the chance the let my feet dance over them to release those honey-like smells. My best friend's mom had a yard full of stock, a flower that really deserves a better name. The fragrance still takes me back to the days of dress up dolls and tea parties.

With Easter and Spring around the corner, now is a wonderful time to introduce little ones to the magic of living flowers. Here are some easy ideas to start them on their own blooming adventures -

   * Add pansy plants in their spring baskets to plant outside.

   * Plant a sensory garden full of textures and tastes. Some great

      choices include lamb's ear, mint, lavender, chamomile and


   * Plant a simple Fairy Garden with succulents, ferns or          

       miniature steppable plants. Add some hand painted stones,

       twiggy furniture and marbles for water or gazing balls.

    * Give them their own area to grow flowers in. Some easy

       choices are calendula, nasturtium, geranium and sunflowers.

     * Don't be afraid to dig up the flowers once they are done

         blooming to show them how grow in the dirt. Bring some

         cut flowers in to see how they dress up a tea party, let some

         of them go to seed and collect them to replant.

When my children were little, we had a path for their wagon to roll on between the garden areas. I would load them in it and take them around to smell, taste and touch the plants as if they were on a royal garden tour. Looking at my hard work (the kids and the garden!) reminded me to slow down and enjoy the fruits of my labors. It's easy to feel overwhelmed by the chore list, but what's the point of the hard work if you can't share it with those you love the most?

Reflections of a Year

April 25, 2018

For the past 5 years, April has been filled with tulips. Potted tulips, field tulips, greenhouse tulips, tulip bouquets, tulip bunches, pick your own tulips, tulips of every color and size. I have been overwhelmed with their particular styles and names. I memorized their growth cycles. I have planned life events around their glorious emergence from the soil. They took over my life, not unlike children or pets. I simultaneously  loved them and was exhausted by them.

This year is different.

This year the tulips bloom in my garden and I can slow down to watch them grow. I don't panic when I see violent rain clouds gather over tender shoots. I don't wonder if they will bloom according to an event planned six months in advance. I can bring them to my table in vintage containers and watch them reach for sunlight and continue to grow even without being on the mother bulb.

I find that fascinating.

They start as bulbs, not particularly handsome and with no hint of what is to come from them. They get buried in sandy soil in autumn, when the nights cool the earth. They slowly root themselves in the dark. They require months of cold weather in order to bloom. As soon as the sun begins to warm up the soil again, the leaves form and push up through the crusted, often wet dirt. Like coming out of a deep sleep, they take their time growing. Day by day, the stems and leaves unfurl. Then that day comes when the buds begin to appear. It's only a matter of days before the colors present themselves. It feels like a celebration!  The sun teases them and they open up their petals to the warmth. As the air cools down for evening, they hug themselves tight again. They eventually finish the show and begin to bake in the sun. They need this time in order to store energy for the next year's flower show. Some can rebloom on their own and others will need to be dug up and replanted.  And the cycle begins again.

I reflect on the similarity to this year of my life. I lived the past few years as if in bloom after a dark period of growth. I reached for the sun and opened up myself in creativity. There were some stormy days and unexpected results, much like a tulip can pop up in strange places with unique petals, but it was a time of celebration. Now I find that this year seems to be one of absorbing energy and learning more about myself. It's been a challenge to not force myself to be what I am not supposed to be. I'm excited to see what comes next if I can remember to let myself bloom.

A Part of SomethingSpecial

June 18, 2018

When I started this flowery journey, I had no idea where it would take me. I have experienced some incredible moments along the path, but the moments that touch me the deepest are designing flowers for friends and family. Sometimes I become friends with someone because of flowers, which is an added bonus. I have treasured relationships with fellow designers, event specialists, long-time customers and creative suppliers. I even met my husband because he used to buy flowers from me!

I have had the best, and busiest, season lately. It's been prom time, graduation celebrations and a couple of fun weddings. What made them even sweeter was the closeness of the recipients. I was blessed to make prom corsages for girls I have known since they were 4, watching them grow up into young womanhood. I celebrated my youngest daughter's high school graduation and watched her fly away for the summer. I was blessed to arrange  the flowers for a wonderful family's wedding. To be able to stay during the ceremony and watch how the flowers added just that finishing touch always makes me heart dance a bit.

Floral design is my joy. It teaches me to listen more closely to people and to reflect their expectations so we are all seeing the same vision. So many hours go into projects that no one sees except me, but when the final outcome brings smiles and sighs of wonder, it's worth every minute. So, in gratitude, thank you for letting me be a part of your amazing lives !

A Mid-Summer Night's Dream

July 18, 2018

"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine." Shakespeare; A Mid-Summer Night's Dream

I adore Shakespeare! I know, it's a bizarre but beautiful look at humanity. I have fond memories of going to Ashland, OR for the Shakespeare Festival with the Drama class back in the 70's during our mid-summer break. It filled my head with romantic images. Forests offer my heart a similar feel, wondering if fairies flit unseen nearby as I wander near a waterway. I see the draping lichen and see a graceful display worthy of the fanciest Victorian manor. I want to take it all home with me to press into memories. I will share my instructions for saving your mid-summer dreams -

* Take flowers that press flat well. Some good ones include pansies, geranium petals, bachelor buttons and nasturtiums. Make sure they are dry. Place them between sheets of waxed paper and place them between the pages of a heavy book. The Works of Shakespeare, perhaps? Weight them down with more books or bricks. Leave in a dry place for a couple of weeks. Gently peel them from the paper and now you can glue them onto candles, paper or notebooks. They also look great on bookmarks.

* Gather roses petals, scented geranium leaves, lavender, sage, rosemary and mint leaves. Spread them out to dry on a screen. Once dry, place in a bowl. Use sharp clippers to shred them into small pieces. Now you have potpourri to use in sachets.

* Gently simmer fragrant flowers and leaves in water. Let cool and strain into a jar. Once cooled and strained, you can place the scented water into a sprayer and use on linens or as a room spray. Forget fake smells!

Enjoy this bountiful and lovely time of year!

It's The Great Pumpkin Time

Oct 09, 2018

I remember sitting on our vintage mid-century couch in the 1970's watching, "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" and being pulled in by it's simple message; sincerity is more important than peer pressure. I loved Linus' belief that if he just believed enough, certainly the Great Pumpkin would visit him. I wanted to shout out to  poor Linus that there was more fun to be had at the party and collecting candy, but that kid was determined to prove his point. He valued his relationship with his imaginary hero more than the ridicule that he got from his bratty sister and her friends. Although the Great Pumpkin never does show up, my heart is with him each October as I watch it like I'm 7 years old again. 

There is peer pressure in every career and group setting. There are shortcuts that might result in bigger revenues and more fame. I have colleagues that create incredible designs for huge events, but the price is that they never sleep. I'm okay taking on the smaller jobs.  I value those one-on-one relationships with my customers who trust me to make their flower visions a reality. I  love to purchase my flowers from small farms growing their bounty in American soil rather than importing them from an off-shore grower. My joy comes when everyone is touched by the process, not just the recipient. I take photos of the finished flowers and I send them to the growers so they can see how beautiful their hard work looks in an arrangement. I love to use elements from my own garden to add a personal touch, as if it's a part of me to be given away. I just try to remember to never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker! 

I will gather my kids and grandkids around me this October to watch my favorite Halloween movie and be grateful for traditions this time of year. Happy Halloween, friends! 

Falling into Fall 

Oct , 23, 2018

Pumpkin spice flavors fill everything this time of year. We shake out our sweaters and dust off our boots. Leaves flutter through the air and we hunt for just the right pumpkins in the patch. This is my favorite flowery time of the year. I  love the random textures and deeper shades of burgundies and oranges, bright sunflowers and beautiful dahlias. It reminds me of sunsets at the beach. This is the end of the summer season. Part of my heart wants to hang on to every last sunbeam but I also know that each season needs to happen. Winter brings rest after the harvest. The chill in the air signals trees and plants to hunker down and get some rest until next Spring. I think in many ways I would love to do the same. The shorter days and colder nights make me want to pull the covers over my head and not come out again until March. The one thing that gets me through the gray Pacific Northwest winters is flowers. Yes, it's a challenge to find locally grown flowers in the wintertime, but with greenhouse grown flowers from California, we can enjoy flowers year round. If you want to really immerse yourself in the experience, call me and we'll design something spectacular together! 

Happy New Year

Jan. 8, 2019

How do you welcome a new year? Do you set new goals? Review old ones that still need to be met? Do you envision yourself in a new job, a new location or a new situation? 

I love the potential that a new year brings. Clean slates to write wishes upon. There are seed catalogs to pour daydreams into.  Fitness routines that we just know will be the key to our perfect body. New recipes to try to keep us healthy. The birth of new possibilities color our lives as 365 new days emerge. There is a push right now in society to make every moment rich, to celebrate everyday. Reality check; some days are just ordinary days. They ask us to swim up from our winter blankets and participate in ordinary things. So how can we see the extra in the ordinary? 

How about the stark bare branches against a fiery sunset? 

Breathe in the fresh smell of rain on the damp earth? 

Notice the bright green moss growing on the rocks? 

Sit in the quiet of a snowfall? 

Bring flowers inside and let their life brighten yours? 

Yes! All of this and more! 

As winter plods along in it's seemingly endless parade of gray and damp, bring some of the outdoors closer to your heart and find the extra in the ordinary. 

May Day

May 1, 2019

Nothing brings memories flooding back like fragrances. I love the smell of lilacs! 

If you haven't been to the Hulda Klager Lilac Gardens in Woodland, WA during May, you are missing out on real treat. The property was rescued from demolition and made into a beautiful sanctuary for an amazing array of lilacs in bloom. Every color is represented; dark purple, blue, pink, light coral and my favorite, a bicolor called, "Sensation". We planted one in our first home in SE Portland and sold the house before we could watch it bloom. We had a huge lilac in our Utah backyard that must have been 50 years old. I loved to watch it bloom and always cut some to bring in and enjoy. I used to climb the fence and cut leaning branches from our neighbor (with permission, of course!). And I planted 4 lilac bushes in our Kalama garden and though I no longer live in that house, I had to visit them while in bloom this year. I'm sure I freaked out the new owner as I tramped among the now mature shrubs that were just small in 2006. Sure enough, the lilacs were putting on quite a show. She let me clip some to take with me, a kind gesture from a stranger. My heart and soul are still there, somewhere between the elderberry bush and the daphne. The new tenant admitted that she didn't know the plants were lilacs and my garden goddess heart broke just a little bit. I found myself digging out a business card to hand her and letting her know that if she ever had any questions about the yard or house, I could possibly help. She lives there alone but is surrounded by beauty that I planted when the dirt was new. Life is so different now, but it makes me happy to see my hard efforts thriving. 

So plant some lilacs this spring and maybe you will be blessing a generation in the future.  We planted "Tinkerbell" and "Sensation" at our current home and they are doing well. I hope my grandkids enjoy them long into the future. 

Spreading the Joy of Flowers

May 21, 2019

5 years ago, I was contacted by a community college to come teach a class on bulb planting. It was a  pretty simple task as my job had taught me many tricks of the trade. Pretty soon, I was teaching several classes a year at the same college! I would carry buckets of blooms upstairs into the paint-splattered art room, full of tall windows and plenty of room to make leafy messes. We covered basic floral design, holiday decorating ideas, spring planting and more. It was difficult to cover all of the information firing in my brain like fireworks in July, but everyone would leave with smiles and projects that they had made. I often wondered how I impacted those people who had given up a Saturday afternoon to spend with me. Did they practice their new skills at home? Did they show off to their book club about what they had learned? Did they contribute to conversations in new ways? I didn't get to hear about those interactions, but I did have an amazing chance meeting at the Portland Flower Market one Saturday morning. I was picking up flowers to prepare for another class. I saw LeeAnne Kessler, the director of the Floral Design Institute in Portland. I watched her give a tour to a woman who had huge eyes taking it all in. The wholesale flower market is overwhelming at first. I wept the first time I drove up to the buildings! I engaged with her and her friend. The woman that I didn't recognize asked me if I remembered her.  It turns out that she had taken one of my Saturday classes and was so inspired that she was graduating from her Level One Floral Design Course! Wow, now that's success in my book! My career at Clark College has come to a close as we are located too far away to make it work, but I hope that I can find a new place to share my passion for flowers. Did you know that I will come to you and teach a group? Yep, call me and I will bring buckets of blooms! 

The Creative Mind 

June 12 , 2019

If there is any constant in my world, it's changes! I started my small floral business in 2007, never imagining all the places it would someday take me. I've met amazing people, struggled with fear, made plenty of mistakes and learned something new almost daily on my trek. I have been inspired by so many situations; travel, a simple blossom, bold artwork and even music. 

We are currently living in the woods of the gorgeous Pacific Northwest, right on the mighty Columbia Gorge. Every day I see luscious greenery, tiny flowers blooming, sparkling waters and evergreen trees standing guard. All of these continue to inspire me towards new directions and creative endeavors. My mind spins with ideas for designs! I don't have the details in mind when starting a design that originates in my head. I start with a basic concept and let the flowers speak to me. This is the creative process that needs to happen in floral work. It's helpful to have images from on-line resources to narrow down the choices of finished designs, but to truly engage with an artist, there has to be room for their personal style. Just like handwriting or cooking, we all have our own signature. If you are hiring a florist, share with them a feeling you are trying to convey with flowers and let them use their skills and creativity to create something unique to reflect your wishes. Shades, sizes and shapes of flowers cannot be manufactured,  but they help shape the design. So get to know a floral designer and then let them create something amazing for you! 

Taking Chances 

July 11 , 2019

If you have spent much time with me, you know that I'm not shy, but I'm not very courageous either. I don't have a fear of speaking to strangers or speaking in public. I love sharing this blog. This picture is me doing a demonstration at the Kalama Fair last year. It took courage to wear short sleeves but there was a heat wave! I love sharing my flower passion to anyone who will listen. 

My fears usually involve more physical adventures. We recently had a what is referred to as a minus tide on the West coast. It means that the water went far out into the ocean, exposing the sand underneath it. We had to go see it. It affected us on the Columbia River as well and drew the river far from the sandy beaches. It left an opportunity to walk along the shores far further than we normally can. My first reaction was to make excuses not to go that far into the trail. But this was the lowest tide in 20 years! How could I let my fears keep me from seeing what is normally hidden? We hiked  along the wooded, rocky beach and ducked under branches that are normally skimming the water. We saw the most beautiful mosses, rocks and ferns. We watched a great blue heron hunt for fish. We watched a family of osprey building a taller nest for the babies that were growing. We made it back to the normal beach just as the tide starting to come back up. It was exhilarating, as if we'd been invited into a secret passage of the forest river. It was a reminder to not let my fears steal my chances for great discoveries. Fear is a liar, constantly holding us back from being our bravest selves. 

So I will try to continue to step out even if I feel scared. And if you aren't busy on Sat, come see me at this year's fair! 

Autumn Beginnings

Sep 18 , 2019

Most of us think of January as starting a new year. And that's good thinking, mostly; it is technically a new year.

              But, it seems like life for me begins again every September. I've had so many significant events happen in early Fall; I opened my flower shop, The Garden Gate, in Kalama in 2007.  Later on, I started my job at Holland America Flower Gardens in September, and now I'm expanding my business in a few different directions this Fall.                   In a garden, Autumn is harvest time. It's time to gather in the fruits of the summer's labors. It's time to end the long hot days and warm starry nights and move into a quieter and cozy season. We ignite our creative minds in kitchens and craft rooms as new projects and recipes are developed. I love the brilliant colors of Fall in flowers and trees as they put on one last grand show. We are reminded to let go of old ways and try on something new. It might take months of preparation and planning in order for those ideas to bloom later, but the work is still going on. Like the seasons, we shift our beliefs about our own capabilities and energies. 

                So what harvest are you bringing in this year? A new job, a new home, a new life? Reap the harvest of your spirit and see what blooms after a season of preparation, just like tulips in the Spring! Now go find some spiced cider to sip. . . . 

Thanksgiving Thoughts 

Nov 22 , 2019

It's easy to find the big things to be thankful for; family, love, safety and flowers, of course! We gather together around a table full of smiles and growling stomachs ready to feast on traditional treats. We think of those who can't be with us either because they have moved away or moved on. Some years are better than others. I will admit, this one will be a bit of a struggle. I have all of the blessings a girl could want, but I don't have my own table to decorate or a big kitchen to cook in. I do get to share this holiday with family, and that fills in the holes. I have always made traditional foods that take days to prepare, but this year there will be shortcuts. I might find this to be a new tradition! I am thankful for all of the Thanksgivings shared with my grandparents with me usually sitting on the hamper as seats were taken. I am thankful for the few strange years of a non-traditional holiday. But I am most thankful that this year, I can feast at a table filled with family sharing memories and sparkling cider. Blessings to you all this Thanksgiving. And thank you for inviting me into your lives through flowers! 

All My Love 

Jan. 13, 2020

It's the biggest holiday for florists soon - VALENTINE'S DAY. This blog is dedicated to all of my florist tribe; the growers, wholesalers, designers and delivery people. 

 I remember my first one as a flower shop owner. I was so excited to buy pretty vases and classic roses, tasty chocolates and beautiful cards. I had it all organized with ribbons ready and the shop decorated. I had no idea what was coming. Oh, I had been warned by those who had gone before me. I was naïve and hopeful. Besides, our small town barely knew that they had a flower shop available to them. I was hoping that I would be able to sell what I had purchased. The day dawned early and I was so excited! The phone had been relatively quiet with a few orders trickling in. My favorite "volunteers", aka best friends forever and I will owe them my deepest gratitude until my last breath, stood at the ready to run deliveries and take orders. The air was electric with anticipation. And then the chaos came....

Balloons flew up to the local school while the wind tangled the bright ribbons. Roses were nestled into vases in high gear, the phone kept ringing, last minute Romeos pulled off the freeway to see what I had for them. By 2 o'clock, I was in tears and starving. My friends rallied around me, rubbing my shoulders and giving me every pep talk in the book. I became numb and just kept designing as fast as I could. Where had all of these people come from? By 5 o'clock, I had to bolt the door closed with only an Easter card and a popped balloon left. I couldn't feel my feet. The tears had turned into a slight murmur. We dragged ourselves over to the Mexican restaurant next door for nourishment. A tradition was born that day. I continue to celebrate Valentine's Day with a dinner at Playa Azul. It was eye-opening with a steep learning curve. Each year I became better prepared and organized. I love the excitement of this fun celebration of devotion and romance. 

Flower friends, may your Valentine's Day be filled with much success and great stories to tell later! All  my love, The Garden Goddess

Flower Blog - #2

An ongoing series of informational entries about blooming things

Creative Juices Sometimes Freeze  

April 16, 2018

I have always found creativity to be a double-edged sword. It's the only real way to convey my personality and it is also the most frightening way of exposing myself. Yes, I think I'd rather dance in feathers than to put myself in a position of being judged for my talents. Trust me, feather dancing is not one of those talents!  (Apologies to my dance teachers). I was gifted this expression of using flowers for art in 2007, when our local flower shop was up for sale. I didn't have any business buying it, but I jumped in anyway. Mistakes, oh so many. Lessons, some painful but always remembered. Smiles, more than I can count. I waited for the phone calls to come in about me being a fraud, but they didn't come. Instead, I was recognized for being different in the predictable flower world. I had found a way to bring others the joy that I enjoyed with everything I did.

Fast forward into working for other flower shops. More lessons, more mistakes and many tears. I wasn't there to be creative, I was there to replicate  the style of someone else. I learned to "cut, copy and paste" arrangements from the wire services (you know, FTD, 100FLOWERS and the like). I hated every soul-sucking minute of copying someone else's expressions of flowers. I learned to watch what others were doing so that I could duplicate their work. All along the way. I could feel my creative heart getting smaller.

Eventually, I ended up in a wonderful place that helped me celebrate my love for blooming things. I had room to grow and use flowers that were new to me. I watched the process from planting to harvesting to designing. It was a life lesson in growing, both mentally and creatively. I tapped into my creative processes and applied them into every aspect of my job.

Alas, all gardens stop growing after awhile and it was time for me to move on. I missed the individuality of creating my own floral world, so I opened up Garden Goddess Flower Creations. In this garden, I can grow how I need to. I can find rest when exhausted and bloom when the sun shines.

When I started out in floral design, I was told that my look was too wild and not organized enough. I learned to reign it in to fit the styles of the day. Just the other day, when working with another florist, she told me that my look was too structured and it needed to be loosened up. In that moment, I realized that creativity, whether in song or paint or flowers, is subject to interpretation.

So I will continue to find my way along the garden path and keep growing. I hope to find others who can celebrate the beauty of the earth with me. And I will continue to find my own voice among the many others. Have a blooming day!  

Winter hibernation is over!

April 2, 2018

I live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Yes, it's green, it's pretty and we have seasons. I love all of those things about living here. But let me go on record to say that I hate winter. Sure, we have the occasional serenity of snow but we mostly have rain. Lots of rain. So much rain that everything I own is green. I bought a green car just to avoid having to watch it moss over. I am married to a Winter Lover. God bless his polar bear heart; he adores the brisk air and chilly nights. I can be comforted only with a warm fire and a pile of quilts while sipping something at a low simmer. I hate cold feet on a tile floor and the endless gray skies. The only thing that saves my sanity are my flowers. Without sweet aroma of cut flowers on my table, I would hibernate the winter days away until the magical days of spring arrive. And arrive they have - hallelujah!

Saturday of Easter weekend dawned warm and sunny. I changed my holiday prep plans and unearthed my garden gloves. I spent a glorious few hours cleaning up my deck area of last summer's leaves. I carefully clipped back geranium leaves to discover that my favorite plant is alive! I cut back the mint and lavender, filling my senses with life-giving fragrances. They are all still hesitant to come out to play, which I fully understand as on the Monday after Easter brought snow . But I can see that spring is on the way as my daffodils stand strong against the last of Winter's blast. So I will celebrate Spring's new life and another winter  behind me. Plant on, survivors! Time to get dirty!

Growing edible flowers with children introduces them to the amazing world of flowers!
Not only do people eat the flowers, but bees, butterflies and birds do too!