A Valentine’s Day Gift to Myself: Brave Blooms
The 2025 growing season is officially underway at Brave Blooms Flower Farm! Most days are a whirlwind of seed starting, farm planning, nurturing trays of tiny seedlings bursting with potential, and chasing after my toddler—who is at the heart of everything I do.
While this is my second year flower farming, it marks my first official season as Brave Blooms. The off-season was filled with significant investments—ordering seeds, perennials, and dahlia tubers—along with countless hours of planning. But I’ve come to realize that big dreams require bold leaps of faith.
Last season was my first year growing cut flowers and daring to believe this passion could become a business. The support from our community was overwhelming, but so was my fear of taking the next step. I spent the fall and winter questioning whether I could truly build something meaningful and successful.
Self-doubt has always been my biggest hurdle. After 10 years as a Master Esthetician, I often dreamed of opening my own esthetics business but never made the leap. Fear always held me back. But flower farming felt different—like a calling I couldn’t ignore.
This winter, I poured my heart into building a social media presence and designing my website, promising myself that if everything felt right, I’d go all in. And yesterday, on Valentine’s Day, after months of planning, researching, and soul-searching, I gave myself the sweetest gift: I applied for my business license and officially launched Brave Blooms.
Starting this business has been an act of bravery—of finally believing in myself. Brave Blooms Flower Farm is named after my son Braven, but it’s also a message to myself about the courage it has taken to get here. Moving to our new property last summer with the dream of starting this farm was thrilling but daunting. We quickly realized that the field behind our house—our future flower farm—was covered in layers of black plastic, weed fabric, and overgrown grass. Removing it has been exhausting, and we’re still working through it. There were many moments when I felt like I’d taken on too much.
But each morning, as I tend to the seedlings in the greenhouse and imagine fields of colorful blooms, I’m reminded that dreams don’t happen overnight. They take time, patience, and most of all, bravery.
I’m endlessly grateful for everyone who has supported me, cheered me on, and believed in this dream. Here’s to a 2025 season filled with beautiful blooms, growth, and the courage to chase our dreams wholeheartedly.
