How It Started
Our Story
Hello, friend! My name is Beth, and let me tell you about a few things I love...chocolate cake, cheesy murder mystery shows (bonus points if it features a crime solving granny or takes place in a tiny British town), learning almost anything new, my family, and FLOWERS.
My husband and I are Army veterans and spent the first seven years of our marriage supporting his active duty family moving between Colorado, Georgia, and El Paso, TX. While living at Fort Bliss and in my early years as a stay at home parent, I knew I needed some greenery to survive the desert climate. As any good military spouse would do I headed to the Post Exchange, toddlers in tow, and purchased the only flowers they had left...a handful partially dried out marigolds, snapdragons, and basil on clearance. We proudly brought them home where we planted them into an old, pre-existing garden box in our backyard. I had no idea what I was doing, but it set me on path I never expected. With a little bit of water and gentle encouragement, "don't even think about dying!", the marigolds bloomed, the snapdragons came back, and the basil grew more prolifically than anything I could have imagined. I was hooked.
After nearly four years in our beloved El Paso, we left active duty and moved to Boston, Massachusetts. I missed digging in my garden boxes, but found solace in cut flowers from our Trader Joe's corner store that I perched proudly on our kitchen counter tops. Following our time in the long winters of New England we found ourselves in the cold sunshine of the Denver metro area. We were now proud parents of three boys and figuring out how to navigate the world fully outside of the military. Little did I know that in Littleton, Colorado the deer loved flowers as much I do, and so began an embattled journey for flora on the edge of Colorado Rockies. It was a brief, sweet time where we made life long friends and learned life long lessons, while I raised boys and flowers like my life depended on it.
And then came, Idaho. A place where the people are as sturdy as the corn that grows all summer long. We brought our fourth child into the world, a girl, around the same time we moved from the suburbs further into the country, where we could raise her with dirt and chickens and most importantly, flowers...so many flowers.
If you've made it this far into our story, I hope you come visit our little farm. A place where a hobby that got too big became a passion I get to share with my community. My husband and I have lived in 11 different homes since we got married, and one thing I know for sure is that no matter where you live or what season of life you are in, every house can be a flower house. Whether you have your own garden or need a bouquet for your counter top, come visit us at Flower House Farm in Idaho’s Treasure Valley and take home a jar of fresh cut flowers, with love, from our home to yours.
~Beth
