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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.

10/07/2025

Who wants to come make the prettiest little centerpiece? I've decided to open up 3 evenings this week for workshops here in the loft.
Wednesday-Friday between the hours of 5-7pm. Come alone, or bring a group of friends and get crafty with me! We will listen to records, sip tea, and simply enjoy the calm crafting with wild bits offers you.
This is a "byop" bring your own pumpkin event. Small to medium-sized 🎃 work best!
If you'd like to make it on a faux pumpkin or skull, you're welcome to bring those as well and I provide the rest! The cost is $45 per person.
Kindly message me to reserve your spot or to chat if you have any questions.
Make it the most beautiful day.

10/05/2025

"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers" L.M Montgomery ~
Are Y'all ready for rambles?
October is the beginning of workshop season here. Come create with me~ Everywhere the light touches ✨️ you'll see glimmers of my heart. Flowers are strewn from garlands and dangle here and there. Everlasting velvet pumpkins, skulls, and bits of wild things are scattered about in baskets and seasonal vignettes. My last farewells to my butterflies. My turkey friends are waiting for me in the Sumacs most mornings, dahlias, sunsets so colorful and meadows full of purples, pinks, whites, and golds. The Sun feels like Summer, though the leaves crinkling beneath my feet announce Autumns arrival. The gardens have been fully engulfed in their season of Wild, and I have bowed down in the glory of it all. The pawpaw are ready, come get them, I think they are yucky, though I force myself to eat one every season because eating seasonal wild fruit is what our bodies need. The wild waters are getting colder. However, paddling with the Autumnal colors all around is an experience I'm unable to put into words..they will come.
The sky is more blue. The bird song has changed, and my migrating friends sing songs of gratitude for these wild spaces I've lovingly tended to. October. You are a blessing.

09/29/2025

I am incredibly tired and grateful. Thank you to everyone who came to see me at on the weekend. It was so incredibly hot, yet y'all chose to show up for us to support all our little dreams and ventures, and let me tell ya, glimmers, there were glimmers everywhere.
When you support local makers and local businesses, whether bigs ones or little ones like mine, you fill hearts and mine is full.

09/22/2025

Fare thee well, Summer. You were incredibly hot, dry, full of adventures, sand filled beach days and wild water moments, and I'm grateful for them all. This was the first Summer that I can remember, where I simply let the flowers bloom and enjoyed them in all of their colorful glory without the hurried need to harvest, prepare, and arrange. Though the powdery mildew has arrived in full force, the bees, butterflies, hummingbirds, and other wild things pay no mind and still find the nectar as beautiful as ever. The broom corn is tall, the asters, goldenrod, and Jerusalem artichoke are blooming right on time in spite of the season of drought we've found ourselves in. I am growing weary of dragging the hose around the property, and I've found myself wishing for rains even though I know it isn't wise. They will come, and my goodness, we'll be able to hear the Earths sigh of relief when they do, if you listen. Though I've been gathering, harvesting, foraging, and drying all season long, the pace has changed, and there is a hurried feeling about it. Slow, I keep whispering to myself to move slow, feel slow, sink slow, breathe slow, just be...slow.
Summer, I adore you.

09/17/2025

"The mullein had finished blooming, and stood up out of the pastures like dusty candelabra. The flowers of Queen Anne's lace had curled up into birds' nests, and the bee balm was covered with little crown-shaped pods. In another month -- no, two, maybe -- would come the season of the skeletons, when all that was left of the weeds was their brittle architecture. But the time was not yet. The air was warm and bright, the grass was green, and the leaves and the lazy monarch butterflies were everywhere."
Elizabeth Enright~

09/16/2025

“The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honor. But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have a potential to turn a life around. It’s overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt.”
Leo Buscaglia

09/13/2025

Marsh girl days at Rowsoms, no matter the season, are always the most inspiring, calming, and grounding. Summers waning into Autumn, well, with Her wildflower covered banks, spawning fish, cicadas singing so loud it echoes off of the Trees, crickets, turtles basking in the Soleil knowing very well Her warmth is fleeting, and the bird song, just like the blue sky, its just, more.... vibrant.
The seasonal song and dance are waiting for you to hear Her, to smell Her, to feel Her and to connect with Her.
Touch wild waters, walk barefoot in the dew covered grass, breathe in the wildflowers, run your fingers gently over moss, and truly connect to the magic unfolding all around us ✨️

09/08/2025

Though it is very much still Summer, it is time to start making plans to gather! Who wants to come craft with me, sip warm apple cider, and listen to old-time records in my loft studio? We will be decorating gourds, pumpkins, and or skulls, whatever your heart desires. It's a BYOP kind of gathering. (Bring your own pumpkin, small/medium is best, and I recommend gourds like the one in the photo. Y'all, she lasted til I couldn't look at her beauty anymore come Spring time!!!!) If you are more into Faux, that's ok too.
WHEN: OCTOBER 4TH 3PM
COST: $45
*PAYMENT VIA ETRANSFER AT TIME OF BOOKING.
I HAVE 4 SPOTS LEFT.
I also want to take a moment to thank everyone who helped me sell out both of my pumpkin workshops ❤️
MESSAGE ME DIRECTLY TO REGISTER ♡
🌸I'm still planning on hosting a workshop here this September. Stay tuned.

09/07/2025

It's a beautiful Sunshine filled Sunday morning.
I'm sitting in my rickety old Adirondack chair flocked in a dew covered blanket. Each day, if the Sun allows and the weather isn't too brisk, I strip down and ground myself to the sounds, the scents, and the wild beauty I call home. I sip my coffee, I journal, I smile at the butterflies and watch the bees wake up so Full of joy for what I've created here and think to myself, how do I grasp on to that wild bee Joy and make it stay.

09/04/2025

There are no words to describe Summers waning into Autumn.
The beauty that meets the eye when you immerse yourself into the Wild is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, and nothing short of miraculous. Everywhere the light touches ✨️, there are little miracles happening. Leaves slowly changing colors, bees, and butterflies frantically gathering pollen from late Summer blooms, nuts, berries ripening, and the most bluest of skies. The kinglets have appeared, and the finches thank me for letting the catnip and thistle go to seed.
The gifts of Natures healing are all around us. Waiting, longing to form a deeper connection with you. Breathe in the wildflowers, walk barefoot on the dew covered earth, run your fingers over mossy patches, and say hello to mushrooms. We are all connected. Some of y'all have simply forgotten. It's time that the great remembering begins.

09/01/2025

“I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night, I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night, I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.

By morning, I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.”

~ Mary Oliver

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