Month: August 2015

The Magic of Flowers

This past week on Facebook, we had a dahlia giveaway and asked people to comment on what their favorite flower is and why. We received a lot of interesting answers and it got me thinking about the emotional connection that we have to flowers that we don’t even realize are lurking in the shadows of our subconscious. Most of the comments were about how favorite a flower was because it reminded them of someone. When people ask why we’re growing flowers, I can’t really give them a solid answer. But the more I grow and the more I talk to people, I’m beginning to better understand my own answer. I got to grow up with my grandparents living just a bike-ride away from me. The country blue, three story Victorian house seemed to be the most magical place as a child and was bursting at the seams with flowers. Every nook and cranny was filled with some sort of unusual plant placed by my Master Gardener grandmother. I’d spend hours running through the gardens, but …

Honey and the Dahlias

First, I’ve got dibsies on “Honey and the Dahlias” as a band name. If you’ve been following along on our Instagram, you’ll have seen lots of photos of our cafe au lait dahlias that we’ve been swimming in. As well as a goofy video where Chris told me “self-editing is hard.” We’ve filled lots of custom orders this week with people specifically asking for “the dahlias”.  And let me tell you people, this is a band wagon you’re going to want to jump on. Chris also harvested honey and our e-mail subscribers got first dibsies on honey.  We were shocked when we sold out of raw honey in 11 hours.  We do still have comb honey left.  We have one more night to allow our e-mail subscribers to pick up their honey, if they don’t, we will open our raw honey to the public.  If you’d like to be put on the raw honey waiting list or purchase comb honey, drop us an email at hello@findingeminence.com! We think our chickens are just about to start …

And Now For Something Totally Different…

We’ve been able to put a pause on our farm chores the last couple days and unwind a little before summer comes to an end. As I let my mind relax for once, I was reminded of the following story from a few months ago, and I thought it was time to finally share it. I have a checkered past with practical jokes. Once, in high school, I put yellow food coloring in the snow. Later, when my brother and I went out to play, I grabbed the “yellow” snow and chased him around the house until he accidentally fell into a “booby trap” that he had dug into a snowdrift days earlier. Once he was down, I rubbed the snow in his face until he, ironically, peed his own pants with fear. We didn’t play outside any more that day. Did we ever play outside again? I also have a piece of plastic cat poop that I’ve used countless times over the years. The funniest memory, until just recently, was when we would place …

It’s a Pickle Party!

As summer starts to wind down and the kids (and teachers) go back to school, our little field is still pumping out produce like a boss. Those who know me are familiar with my strange love for dill pickles. It’s kinda my thing. And now, I’ve been sneakily feeding pickles to my son since he was old enough to chew…and now there are two of us. So, in order to promote a gluttony of pickle-eating around these parts, we will have our cucumbers on sale on the farm stand all weekend long. Small cucumbers are 2/$1 and large cucumbers are just $1. Use the pickle recipes below as some inspiration. Growing up, my Wyant grandparents always canned just about anything and everything that you could imagine. Some of it was great (their dill pickles) and some of it was just nasty (their runny ketchup). Each summer, I make a big batch of pickles using their recipe. They canned them, but I typically just make “refrigerator” pickles. It’s essentially the same recipe, but I just let …

A Rare, Normal Day

I just had the most normal five hours that I’ve had in about three months.  I woke up after 8:00 a.m., had breakfast, randomly decided we needed to have a kick ass roast for dinner tonight, proceeded to search for said roast in the deep freezer, only to get unnecessarily frustrated that Chris didn’t organize the deep freezer in the most logical way after receiving our beef order this week (come on, this isn’t rocket science, the soup bones go under the ground beef. #duh). I cleaned out the refrigerator and gagged as I threw out moldy food and did dishes.  Totally boringly normal. And it was awesome. Since moving to our farm in March, our lives have been consumed with starting our business. All our available time has been spent planning, evaluating, discussing, planting, weeding, harvesting, ugly crying, arranging, paying bills, drinking while doing more planning, and even more ugly crying with a few “hooray” moments thrown in. Our poor family members and friends probably hate visiting with us because we’re constantly picking their brains and only …

Our Beautiful Mess

Over the past couple months we have somewhat unintentionally fallen into our own roles with the farm. I seem to focus on problem solving, big ideas, and the manual labor side of things. Audra is killing it with the record keeping and business side of things. Oh, and the flower arranging as well. We’ve been excited that these past two weeks have seen a LOT of flower arranging. Today as Lincoln and I wove in between buckets upon buckets of flowers and sidestepped the growing pile of leaves and stems dropped by Audra from her work table, I told him that this is what it feels like to live with a hoarder. At least the mess is always temporary and the flowers never seem to stay too long around here. The only real chronic problem with messiness is our mudroom, which serves as the main entrance to our home for us and our guests. We could literally vacuum the rug in there twice a day and never even leave the house and somehow 25 pairs of …