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Morning Dew Farms

Flower grower, Nature loving wildcrafter. Wreath Maker. Dried flower artist.Turning a once barren landscape into an oasis of native flora and fauna. Rewilding.

We are building an ark in Wheatley Ontario. Creating magic on a once barren property of 2.5 acres of manicured lawn. Grower of cut flowers. Nurturing the land. At one with Nature. Seasonal living.

04/09/2025

When faux and dried florals collide~

04/07/2025

And the winner is? Jacqueline♡ ♡♡♡
Thank y'all for sharing your Happy with me♡

04/07/2025

I'm pretty sure we were all wishing and hoping to get kissed by the Soleil today~
The birds are singing, the ground is a carpet of sparkling dew drops, the sky is blue, and my heart is breathing it all in.
I'll be choosing a winner for my big ball of Sunshine later today. Thank you for sharing your happy with me.
Y'all want to know what my happy is? Spreading love on thick, being loved, sharing my joy, and my sadness, hoping to inspire you to feel safe to do the same. Wild waters, wild earth, moss, birdsong, human song, hugs, kisses, dancing, twirling, wishing on stars, sniffing flowers, morning coffee, hugging trees, and feeling them hug me back~
Today, take a moment to feel the moments of happy, to feel the Soleil on your cheeks and smile.

04/06/2025

♡I have no words today except this. I'd be incredibly empty without flowers, moss, and birdsong~

04/05/2025

Take me to the places on the Earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places, where the Earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead, make my heart whole again and again.
~Oriah Mountain Dreamer♥
The Dance

04/02/2025

This big ball of Sunshine I'm holding? She's for you!
April showers bring May flowers, ya? It's giveaway time. I absolutely loved, and I know I wasn't the only one, reading everyone's entries the last time I did this. The question was, "What does your heart look like?" Oh, some of the writings were beyond beautiful, and they felt real, and they felt human. There was no divide, just people sharing their feelings in a safe place. I have always wanted to be that, a safe place, somewhere soft for y'all to land in a world that seems incredibly hard.
This morning, while looking out into the grey sky, I was pondering what I was going to ask, you know, the prompt if you will, and the only thing I could come up with was, what does your happy look like.
So ya. Tell me, WHAT DOES YOUR HAPPY LOOK LIKE? Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.
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~Like and share this post and tag me in your stories.
~Tell me what your happy looks like. If you don't feel comfortable sharing online, message me, or simply leave an emoji💕
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🌸I can't wait to engage with you all♡

04/01/2025

Hello April. I'm feeling a little low today. This season has only just begun, and I want more. More warm, more Sunshine filled days, more inspiration, and more motivation. The go-go go that usually consumes me on a daily feels forced without the glowing rays of the Soleil, forcing me from my nest and pulling me out into the gardens.
Nonetheless, I go. There are daffodils blooming and wee iris like bulbs poking their heads out down the swath of grass on my driveway. I talked to a Wren while building up her habitat along the ditchline with brambles. The filling of the feeders seems constant, and as I write, there is a nuthatch clambering up the basswood in search of peanut treasures tucked away by woody the woodpecker.
I'm ready for lawnmower time. The waters are so low in my beloved marshes that I've not been able to paddle. My Spirit longs for my wild places, and she's longing for something she's not yet found.
Today, I will create. I will weedwack. I will fix the fallen fence that holds my bittersweet vine. And I'll let the Sun kiss my face and smile.
How will you make Sunshine today?

🌸tiny wreath. Available. $45

03/30/2025

“Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.”
Frances Hodgson Burnett - The Secret Garden.
♡Helleborus ~

03/27/2025

My heart was so full of happy yesterday I swear you could see it beaming out of me. Spring and the ritual of entering the wild areas for their yearly maintenance has to be one of my favorite practices here and has been for over 21 years when this now "forest" was a fresh manicured lawn. "If it's wild, why don't you just leave it?" It all began with the first planting of trees, I needed to keep the grasses and woody plants at bay so that they could grow. Every Spring. Weedwack, check the trees, talk to the trees, and observe the changes. It has now become a ritual that brings such a strong profound connection to this place for me. Yesterday I cleaned the nesting boxes, limbed up some trees, welcomed new tree seedlings that decided to grow, cut down the asters and echinacea and left them to decompose on the earth, got rosie cheeks from the soleil, listened to bird song and felt happier than I've felt in a while. I'm pretty sure the Wild spaces enjoy my yearly visit, too.

03/26/2025

The Sunrise was beautiful.
I'm not sure if I've ever told y'all this, but come Springtime, just as the Sun rises in its prairie fire red glow, there is a place on the bark of my beloved sumacs out my bedroom window where the nubs and bumps and crevices are the perfect imprint of my Father's profile, and it's something special.
The moss is glowing. Buds are swelling. Crocus are blooming. Hellebores are smiling. Grackles are flicking. Cardinals are singing. Robins are hungry and foraging and longing for the warm and the worms. Winter aconite glows on the brown earth like wee little Sunshines, and the snowdrops dance in the wind.
Seedlings are growing. Cool flowers.
Seeds are waiting for my hands to cover them in soil, whispering sweet words of hope. Warm flowers.
The wild is calling.
There is a stiring inside of me, and I to, am longing to grow and shed the parts of me that hinder my blooming. (Whispers to one-self~) You are strong, kind, soft, beautiful, capable, and worthy~

03/23/2025

Thank you~
I awoke yesterday morning to tsunami winds, snow pellets, and blowing sleet. And I worried. Then I prayed. I worried a little bit more, then got myself all dolled up in my pretty vintage dress. While driving, I didn't play any music. But I did sing, "Oh mister Sun, Sun, mister golden Sun, please shine down on me." Do y'all know that song? Well, I kept singing it and kindly asked Mother Nature to lessen the winds since dried pretty things and wind aren't the most best pairing ~ And I was granted the most beautiful day.
Here comes the cheese. This dried flower thing is such an incredible labor of love for me, and being able to gift it to you makes it something I'm finding hard to describe with words. The smiles, the conversations, the engagement, the hugs, the joy some of y'all carried on your faces looking at my art was, and is always such a gift to me. Pieces of my heart.
WOW. I can't say I've ever noticed the word Art in heart before!!!!! How absolutely wonderful.
Today is going to be the most best day. Say hello to the Sunshine for me~

03/21/2025

Are y'all coming to join us at Vintage Garden market tomorrow?
Oh, I hope to see some familiar faces and greet some new ones, with hugs and laughs and ooohs and ahhhs and all the things!
I think I must be coming out of my shell a wee bit because the nervousness hasn't crept in yet, and all I'm feeling right now is a whole lot of excitement! I'm also feeling really proud. I made a lot of pretty things, and I can't wait to show you ♡
🌸Etransfer and cash payment. Please note these wreaths are not meant for your doors. They are pieces of Art for your home to bring the love and light of Nature a little bit closer to your hearts 💕

03/20/2025

She's here.
Even though the wind blows cold, the air outside hurts my cheeks and the daffodils are just starting to greet the Soleil, the snowdrops are telling me She is here, and I have been waiting for what feels like an incredibly long time for Her healing.
Spring is my new year.
She offers me hope, fills my mind with inspiration, reminds me of my purpose, and wraps me in a love I've been desperately longing to feel for way too long. Look around you. Listen to the sounds. Touch the moss. Smell the air. Walk barefoot on the warming Earth.
Everything the light touches is love.
The bird song? If y'all listen hard enough, you'll get to hear the cheesiest love songs in all the land, and those are my most favorite.
Welcome, Spring. We've been waiting for you.
Winter? Til we meet again. Thank you for my season of rest and creative freedom.

03/19/2025

Sneak peak at all the pretty colors I've been creating with♡ I hope to see so many familiar faces, and new smiling ones this Saturday at from 11-4🌸🌸🌸
Spring is coming. Can you feel her?

03/17/2025

Come visit all of us wonderful makers this Saturday from 11-4♡♡♡

03/16/2025

Oh, the days ~
I was awake when I should have been sleeping, but oh, the pinkish Moon. My sweet Rowan and I frolicked at the beach in search of treasures, and we found so many. I found a tiny red piece of beach glass, and we laughed and had snacks and stayed long after the waves wet his socks because Memaw gave him hers to keep his chubby tooties warm. We sat on my cozy tapestry, and I taught him how to weave willow into a tiny wreath, and I'm pretty sure both of our hearts grew tellement big as he held his little creation up for us to see.
We laid on a bed of moss in the wild area and laughed at the sun, burning his city eyes. We fed birds. We planted seeds. We snuggled. He filled my heart up, and I missed him before he even got out of my car to head home.
I've been busy and stagnant. Happy, then sad. Lost and found. Seeds are growing right on time.
And I'm going to have so many pretty things to show y'all this weekend at Vintage Garden show this Saturday. I hope to see you there♡

03/12/2025

Essex County, my goodness, you gift me the most beautiful places to recharge, to dream, and to frolic.
There's magic in those places. You can feel it as soon as your feet hit the earth~
The sights. The sounds. The scents of the awakening. It's something special. This is me hoping to inspire you to find the wild places that surround us here, and basque in the glory of the turning of the Season.

03/04/2025

I woke this morning to a wonderful surprise blooming for me on the windowsill at the foot of my bed. An orchid. I didn't cut off the old stems, and she didn't seem to mind, and her blooms sent me needing to scroll my gallery searching for a reminder of what's to come. It's tellement greige out today, but the birds. I can hear the redwinged black birds singing from the tops of the maple tree line, and the grackles have come flicking their tail feathers with their beady yellow eyes right on time.
Oh, the pictures. The green grass. The crisp edging. The flowers. The wild. The scents. The sounds. Wild waters when it feels a little too heavy for one woman to carry alone. Hope. Purpose. Busy. I'm starting to need more of the busy.
Today, I pick up my soilless mix from James compost. It's time~

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