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MorningDew Fleurs

Flower grower, Nature loving wildcrafter. Wreath Maker. Building an ark in Wheatley, Ontario. Rewilding. Grower of cut flowers. Nurturing the land. Seasonal living.

Dried flower artist.Turning a once barren landscape into an oasis of trees, flowers and wild native flora, and fauna. Creating magic on a once barren property of 2.5 acres of manicured lawn. At one with Nature.

11/15/2025

My body is telling me that she is tired. That she needs to slow down. That she needs rest.
This morning, while looking up at the pink clouds, I softly, gently, and tenderly placed my hands on all the parts that hurt, all the places that feel tight and tense, and settled the longest on my heart. With a smile and some wet stuff trickling down the sides of my rosie cheeks, I whispered....You feel all of these things because you worked so hard, you put so much of your heart and soul and mind into creating beautiful art in hopes of reaching others in a way that they too can feel your outpouring of all that is you when they see it.
My heart and I hope to see some familiar faces and meet some new to me ones too. Hugs are welcome ♡ I'm a little needy of those today.
We will be along with many wonderful local vendors from 11-4♡

11/14/2025

"You know how this is: if I look at the crystal Moon, at the red branch of the slow Autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me."
Pablo Neruda🍂

See y'all tomorrow

11/08/2025

How does one quiet the mind on cold, dreary rain filled Autumnal days? With the crinkling of dried flowers, the softness of moss, music, and craft.
These sweet little ornaments will be available Saturday, November 15th ♡
I hope to see you there~

11/03/2025

"Memaw!, Memaw!!!, did you know that this is a special Tree? Do you see its leaves? If you catch them before they fall to the ground, you get to make a wish!!!!".
Oh, my sweet Rowan, your love and connection to the Wild ones, is my wish come true~

10/31/2025

"Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth."
Henry David Thoreau

10/28/2025

I'm coming at ya from my cozy quilt covered brown corduroy chair, looking out the window and smiling at the shadows of the dancing leaves from the morning Sunrise. It's been 654 days since we've had rain. Death from drought is more evident than the dance to sleep my beloved plant, and tree friends get to succumb to come Autumns wane into Winter. I've been watering, though I'm tired, and like them, I'm longing for the slumber. I am on day 4 of my seasonal garden tradition of chopping down the gardens, topping them with compost and leaves, and thanking them for their bounty. Yesterday, I tackled the Joe pye w**d and nettle patch, and I can bet ya, When my body lays down for the last time on this earth, wildflowers will sprout from my hair. Cosmos, ageratum, statice, and the last remaining zinnias and dahlias remain untouched as they are still loved on by the wee bees. My arms are aching, my heart, well, she's squishy, and today I think I'm in need of some Water time. This Wild Woman is tired and the only one She trusts to hold her is Wild too~

10/24/2025

Day one of garden clean up starts today ~

10/23/2025

“Pick the day. Enjoy it...to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present – and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”
Audrey Hepburn

10/20/2025

Day two of our adventures was something out of a fairytale. How does one put that into words?
Balls Falls~
You will forever remind me of colors. Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, purples, and blues. Of Sunshine and soft pelts of raindrops from wee clouds. Of hardscapes and fragile hearts. Shaking legs and cheeks sore from smiling. Of outstretched hands, making me feel safe. Resilience, determination, a joy so profound that tears are welling up in my eyes as I recount the day. Birdsong, tiny wildflowers, rocks coated in the softest moss I've ever run my fingers across. Giant trees, tiny trees, exposed roots clinging to stories you can only feel with your heart wide open. And Wild Waters bringing me back home to myself again and again.

10/19/2025

Day one of our adventures brought us to Niagara Glen. Oh, how I've missed the rocks, the turquoise waters, and my Tree friend. I was so deliriously happy when I found Her, still clinging to Her rock, strong, steady, resilient. One can learn a thing or two from Mother Nature. Though the moss was missing the rains as much as I, the ferns still flourished, and the Fall colors were breathtaking. There's magic in those hills and power in those waters, and I love that I can feel and harness their energy. We ended our night at a sweet little air b&b called with full hearts and bodies a bit worn from the days adventures ~

10/13/2025

How to be slow~
My yesterday was all about moving slowly, feeling slow, thinking slow, and being slow.
Bareskin coffee time in the morning Sunshine followed with freshly picked lemon balm and mint infused tea while reading Mary Oliver poetry in the tub. Garden time. Baskets filled with the bounty of the day. Strawflower, gomphrena, broomcorn, and winged everlasting.
I took the pool down, and the Sun and the Wind helped make the task enjoyable.
Lunch. Root vegetables and protein and half of the most sweetest apple.
Sunday is fun day, so I gathered my foraging basket, brewed my coffee, and headed down the road to frolic and forage in one of my local forests. I smelled the sweet, I hugged my Tree friends, I sat in the Soleil at the edge of the pond hoping the frogs I frightened when I arrived would return one by one and be my friends, however they did not. I frolicked some more, filled my basket up with treasures and walked some more. Then sat some more. Like a cat. Wherever there were Sun spots, I reminded myself of the slow I was dancing with, so I sat some more.
The meadow was soft, the Maples were red, the acorns littered the forest floor, and the moss, oh the moss, She is longing for rains just like I am.
I slowly made my way home, cooked myself some nourishing food, steeped some more herbal tea, and ended the day writing down everything I am grateful for.

10/12/2025

“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”
Nora Roberts

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