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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.

01/29/2025

What would the Winter months look like without flowers? I know for certain that I'd not want to find out. Strawflower, zinnia, yarrow, tansy, winged everlasting, and all the pretty wee things tucked into a bed of beautiful hydrangea ~
This wreath and so many other everlasting creations will be available at my pop-up this weekend at the Sunday from 11-3. Oh, and there will be vintage stuff there too!!! I mean, come on. Could there be a more perfect pairing? I hope to see some familiar faces and awkwardly greet some new ones♡

01/28/2025

This little light of mine♡
We had the most wonderful weekend. We fed wild birds, we went frolicking on the frozen beach, we went sledding, we made muffins, we played Legos, we read books, we snuggled on the couch and watched How to train your Dragon, and we ate yummy homemade pizza.
Rowan? Memaw loves you more than flowers ♡

01/25/2025

This wreath is part of my 'Wee chubb' collection! She's got moss, lichens, strawflower, statice, winged everlasting, gomphrena, tansy, goldenrod, my beloved sweet Annie, and a wee downy woodpecker feather. Bound and wound with love and a never-ending whisper of gratitude pouring from my heart through my hands. I'll be popping up at the in Kingsville on February 2nd from 11-3pm with all of my pretty things. I'll be showcasing my Wreaths, Moons, hearts, signs, and my smile, with a wee splash of awkwardness. I hope to see some familiar faces and hopefully some new ones♡ I think I'm ready now♡

01/23/2025

Wild heart ~

01/21/2025

Good morning, my friends. Are y'all ready for a rambles? This growing season is going to look a little different around here. It will still be beautiful, and the beds will still be overflowing with gorgeous blooms and all things wild and pretty. However, I'll not be offering subscriptions. I suppose I could have said Fresh flower Friday will look a little different huh. Mind you, I'll still take custom orders for pretty bouquets, and my goodness, come June my peonies will be ready to make all of us Swoon.
This season, I'll be devoting most of my cut flower beds to growing all the "dried stuff" so that I can continue to make pretty things and be able to offer more workshops, DIY kits ect. Everlastings have my whole heart. I'd like to do more shows, pop ups, where this wee secluded Wild woman might meet others with the same hearts.
But!!!! One tradition I'll keep growing, is offering my "GROW YOUR OWN CUT FLOWER GARDEN" bundles! Y'all have been loving getting your hands in the soil and creating pretty bouquets, and seeing and hearing of your joys is something I'm going to hold on to for as long as you'll let me.
To help me get through the down season, I'm opening up pre-orders for my specialty bundles.
What's in them, Melissa? Each kit contains 24 seedlings of various cut flowers and fillers. Celosia, zinnias, dahlias, strawflower, and cosmos are some of the staple annuals.
Cost $40 Payment via etransfer at time of ordering, please.
*If you have been one of my many return clients, I'd love it if you'd write down some of the joys you had while growing your 💐 flowers. And thank you for your continued support♡
Please share♡ Kits are limited.
Yay!!! Let's get growing♡

01/19/2025

"Grandma how do you deal with pain?"
"With your hands, dear. When you do it with your mind, the pain hardens even more."
“With your hands, grandma?"
"Yes, yes. Our hands are the antennas of our Soul. When you move them by sewing, cooking, painting, touching the earth or sinking them into the earth, they send signals of caring to the deepest part of you and your Soul calms down. This way she doesn't have to send pain anymore to show it.
"Are hands really that important?"
"Yes my girl. Think of babies: they get to know the world thanks to their touch.
When you look at the hands of older people, they tell more about their lives than any other part of the body.
Everything that is made by hand, so it is said, is made with the heart because it really is like this: hands and heart are connected.
Think of lovers: When their hands touch, they love each other in the most sublime way."
"My hands grandma... how long since I used them like that!"
"Move them my love, start creating with them and everything in you will move.
The pain will not pass away. But it will be the best masterpiece. And it won't hurt as much anymore, because you managed to embroider your Essence.”~

01/16/2025

Sweetness on a bed of snow~
I just got inside from shoveling copious amounts of snow. Yes. Melissa has not fixed her snowblower yet. Ha. The snow is light and fluffy and beautiful, and the whole thing was quite a joyful experience. Birdsong, from my grateful feathered friends, filled the air, and for a moment, the world, my world, felt calm and brimming with a peace I can still feel beaming from inside of me. How did you Winter today?

01/14/2025

I'm missing these days something fierce. I'm finding it hard to find my smile when I'm alone. My creativity feels forced. I miss the Sun. I miss the flowers. I miss the sway of the leaves on the trees. I miss the Bees and the Butterflies. I miss the grass under my bare dirty feet. I miss my tanned skin. I miss long days spent tending to the gardens. I miss the days paddling on the water. I miss the Me that I am in the Spring and Summer.
Nonetheless I am making Winter. I am embracing the long dark days. I am sleeping when my body is tired. I'm reading. I did a puzzle. I'm making beautiful things. I'm spending time in the woods and near the waters edge when the air isn't too cold on my face and drinking copious amounts of herbal tea. I am giving myself and all my feelings grace and holding the most gratitude for Winters season and my own~

01/11/2025

Home~

01/06/2025

What's that saying? Pictures do not do it justice? My goodness, what started out as a Weaving experiment, turned into this! I've had this wreath base made for a few years now, just waiting for me to create some magic, and I'm pretty sure I nailed it!
Sweet Annie, winged everlasting, moss, lichens, feathers, strawflower, zinnia, and so much more. She's filled with incredible bits of texture and a patina that evokes an everlasting Winter ~ And I love her. I'm calling her my Winter Bouquet.

*Available $70
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01/04/2025

Lost~
Oh my Sunshine, I'm needing you something fierce. I need the warmth of your rays to wrap around me and hold me like Summertime. Making my own joy is harder than I remember, and I've lost my smile, the really big one! There is an emptiness inside of me so vast that if I had tears left to fill it, I'd drown with the weight of all the things I no longer want to carry.
I can see blue in the sky.
Today, I will craft. Clean. Write. Pray and smile at all the things that value my special. And dance. Oh gosh, I'll dance~

01/01/2025

Sharing~
Advice from María Sabina, Mexican healer and poet - “Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds. Heal yourself with mint, neem, and eucalyptus. Sweeten with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile. Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and a hint of cinnamon. Put love in tea instead of sugar and drink it looking at the stars. Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain. Stand strong with your bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes from it. Be smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with your forehead. Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier. Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember ... you are the medicine.”

12/31/2024

Deep down within my bones, I know this isn't the time to celebrate. This isn't the time for gathering. This isn't the time to set goals. For me, Winter is a time of deep rest, crafting, reading, puzzles, solitude, and forest walks. A time to slumber into the my nest I've been feathering with all things warm and cozy. It's long mornings in my bed, watching the birds feast with gratitude under their wings, eating the seed I leave out for them in trade for the endless hours of joy they bring me. Copious cups of herbal tea, long hot baths, nourishing soups filled with seasonal goodness to warm my body, movie nights, and early bedtimes. Slow living. Slow moving. Slow thinking. Slow dreaming. Seasonal living at its best.
What do you enjoy most during the dark months? What new traditions might nourish your Spirit more?
What feels forced?

12/29/2024

These last few December days have been filled with so many of my favorite things. Just the other day, we headed out on a Beach walk. And the birds, oh the birds and their beautiful song, so many swans singing and happily foraging on the waters that have yet to freeze. We went frolicking in the forest in search of mushrooms and moss to pet. I gathered grapevine to weave wreaths, and my heart was full. Yesterday? My goodness, Yesterday felt and tasted like Spring. My Debbie and I spent the afternoon pruning shrubs, and if you know me well, pruning of the things makes me the most happy. Mind you, my body is reminding me that in spite of the burst of warmth in the air, it is, in fact, the season of rest, and today, I will do just that.
What will this day of rest look like? Well, right now I'm sitting in my brown corduroy chair looking out the window at the rain dripping from the limbs of the sumac while slowly sipping my coffee. I'll be setting up my puzzle table in front of my big window and enjoy copious amounts of tea and Food!!! HAHA today is chew day! How are you allowing yourself to delve into the season of slow and rest?

12/26/2024

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”
Edith Wharton
"Can ya make me something pretty?" Ofcourse I can, how's this? Last minute crafting session late last night 🌙.

12/24/2024

These are a few of my favorite things~
The slow, quiet December days have arrived, and I'm soaking them all in. Reading, resting, long steamy baths, birdwatching, and herbal tea.

12/20/2024

The Quickening.
The wheel of the year keeps turning.
Be aware.
It's important to observe these times of the year, it helps us to tune into the seasons, to be there and take notice of the "quickening".
Whilst in a season time just passes, we go about our days without really noticing how time passes, how each season moves on.
The quickening of each season is when all of a sudden it speeds up.
They start slowly but then all of a sudden, it's upon us. The cold seeps into us, and it's Winter.
"Yule, is when the dark half of the year relinquishes to the light half. Starting the next morning at sunrise, the sun climbs just a little higher and stays a little longer in the sky each day. Known as Solstice Night, or the longest night of the year, much celebration was to be had as the ancestors awaited the rebirth of the Oak King, the Sun King, the Giver of Life that warmed the frozen Earth and made her to bear forth from seeds protected through the fall and winter in her womb. Bonfires were lit in the fields, and crops and trees were "wassailed" with toasts of spiced cider."
- Yule Lore

12/19/2024

Tell me. How are you cultivating Joy in your life.
I've not felt my friend, the Soleil, on my face for what feels like forever, and even though Autumns dance into Winter has been slow, steady, and graceful, the dark days make finding my Joy something that requires my efforts.
Yesterday, the mild weather gave way to gardening time, and I foraged the field line for more greens. I walked the moss laden paths in the wild area, smiling and talking to the chickadee fluttering about wanting the tasty black oiled sunflower seeds hidden in my pockets. Chikadee-dee-dee. Joy.
All the halls have been decked, the wreaths greened and made a bit more wild, there are feathers, pinecones, and dried bits of Beauty tucked into every place the light touches, and twinkly lights to add just a bit more. Today, I open my bin. Thee bin! She holds every mercury glass ornament that I've collected through the years and my goodness the Joy I feel while holding them, looking at them, placing them just so on our Winter Tree, well, let's just say, the Joy is so big, that if you closed your eyes, you just might be able to feel it in your hearts too♡

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