the sirène call ~ my mermaid flower

It all started with her.  The sirene call... my siren, my mermaid flower.  The dahlia.  And not just any dahlia-- the Cafe au Lait.  It was last year two years ago when I moved to Minnesota and, after a life of moving around the globe courtesy of the U.S. Army, I married my handsome farmer and started my garden.  I use the word garden but it was more of an experiment.  A few veggies here, a few flowers there... and lots of weeding because I did not prepare the soil.  I refused to let my husband give me advise because while he was a farmer, I loved the flowers.  Oh, what afool I was!  But I learned my lessons and improved upon them.  But even that was not enough to fuel a dream.  You see, I did not know I had this dream-- to have a flower farm until I did some introspection.  I actually thought I wanted a flower shop owner but after meeting with a few florists who were selling their business or simply giving advise I realized what I loved was the growing process-- taking a see, tuber or bulb, and seeing grow until it blooms. 


As I went through the process of growing a little garden, I was still wondering if this was for me.  After all it is hard work and my husband called me "black thumb" jokingly because a few tropical plants in the home died (hello, this is Minnesota and I was not used to this weather!).  But the moment that filled with the fire of growing... my aha moment, came when I decided to grow Cafe au Lait dahlias.  If you have seen bridal magazines, you have seen one of these delicate dahlias at one point.

And so I took the plunge and in the tubers went.  And I waited patiently they started growing.  For some reason I planted two tubers on pots and they grew beautifully.  Then disaster.  One of the adjacent dahlias (a different kind) started getting a pest.  It looked like tiny grasshoppers.  I tried everything, and they destroyed my dahlias especially the Cafe.  Whee the flowers finally opened, all the petals were eaten.  I was heartbroken.  But then took matters into my own hands and moved the two potted dahlias.  I cleaned them well, got all the buggers off, an into my garage they went.  And there I patiently waited for them to open, hoping the petals would be intact.  And after a long wait, it bloomed and it was perfection!  They were smaller than a dinnerplate size but I think it is because it did not have enough light.  Still it was saved. 


And this determination to grow and save it from the pest, felt like a true labor of love.  I cared for them like babies, and the reward once they bloomed was such that it is indescribable.  Even the feeling surprised me.  After the season was over, I started planning for next year and I knew that the Cafe au Lait will have a special place in my heart.  In the winter, while I was going winter crazy I spoke with my husband about sectioning a small area of the farm to grow flowers and told him about my dream.  And he did not laugh-- which I thought he would do.  I explained my plan, concept and timeline.  And his answer was: let's do this.  And I love him for that. 

And thus, here we are... starting a diary of this mermaid's dream to be earthbound and grow flowers.  So I hope you will follow along here on the blog and on Instagram (@sireneflowerfarm).

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