It started as a dream. Literally. In January 2019, my father passed away after a long battle with aplastic anemia and it was a devastating experience. I was in immense grief. I thought of him every day and I went into a depressive episode. In 2020 right before Covid hit, my father came to me in a dream. He was sitting in a wheelchair and asked for a hug. I crouched down beside him and gave him the biggest embrace as he whispered, "Remember this always." It was so real that when I woke up I felt his warmth wrapped all around me. He left the scents of smokey incense and sweet blooms, just like my childhood home.
It might seem crazy-supernatural for some of you even- but dreams are so potent and real in my culture that I took it as a sign. One, that my father was always with me and two, that it was time to find a way to honor him; someone who loved nature and flowers. The first year was my practice year. I silage tarped some lawn, my husband built me raised beds, and I got to work. The soil that was delivered killed most of the flowers (too salty) but when the first zinnia finally bloomed, I knew something good was coming. The garden healed me.
I dedicate this work to my dad whose life wasn't easy yet he knew how to make it beautiful nonetheless. Just like the gardens he and my mom tended, our flowers here are grown organically and sustainably. Hands to dirt, heart to earth. What began as a personal project blossomed into something communal. I’ve heard heartfelt stories from customers about their own gardens and how they’ve found solace and connection through them. Stories of cherished flowers, childhood memories, and the generous spirit of sharing plants.T
The garden truly heals, and I am grateful for your support and for being a part of this journey with Remy & Rose. Thank you for sharing your stories, following along, and helping this little piece of magic grow.
