Where Flowers & Herbs Grow Wild & Free

My mornings begin in the garden - hands in the soil, dew-kissed leaves brushing against my fingers, the air humming softly with bees and infused with the fragrance of fresh herbs. More than a garden, this is a living, breathing extension of my work, a sanctuary tended with mindful intention and care.

This garden began during a time of grief. In 2019, I lost my father. Not long after, I dreamt of him offering warmth and a message I carried with me into waking life. In my ancestral culture, dreams are bridges between worlds so I took it quite seriously. That spring, I began building this space to honor my father and our shared love of nature.

The first season brought challenges - salty soil and stunted blooms - but when one zinnia flowered, I knew healing had begun. Gardening became an act of remembrance, a way to honor what had been lost and cherish what remains. With each seed tucked into the earth, I rebuilt not just a garden, but a space for healing, reflection and renewal.

Flowers and herbs became a quiet language for grief and love. Calendula reminded me that warmth returns after winter. Nettles taught resilience. Lavender offered comfort. Each plant holds its own wisdom; in tending to them, I tend to myself.

Now that both of my parents have passed, this garden has become my quiet tribute to them - where love continues to grow. Just like the gardens they once nurtured, our flowers here are grown organically and sustainably - hands to dirt, earth to heart.

The Joy of Flower Farming

The garden has become a gathering place - through shared stories, seasonal flowers, and community connection. Supporting locally grown blooms isn’t just a purchase - it’s a celebration of sustainability and mindful living. When you choose Remy & Rose bouquets and arrangements, you're receiving more than flowers - you’re joining a story rooted in care, intention, and the natural rhythm of the seasons.

Beyond the apothecary, the flower fields bloom with wild joy:

• Clouds of cosmos whisper of summer warmth.

• Heirloom roses carry stories in every ruffled petal.

• Fragrant lavender hums with bees and restfulness.

• Ranunculus, playful and bright, reach toward the sun.

• Bold dahlias unfurl in late summer, layered and full of color.

Many of these blooms are woven into my handmade botanical soaps, herbal oils and hydrosols - each one reflecting the land, the season and the care that nurtured them.

This land is a partnership. I never force it to produce. I listen, I wait, I move with it. The result is a collection of offerings that echo nature’s essence: patience, intention, and deep reverence.

Every petal, every leaf holds a story - one I’m honored to share with you.

With Love, Chatti