MorningDew Fleurs

08/27/2026

Story time!
I have wanted a sign on my barn for as long as I can remember.
Here she is. I made her, all by myself, from a thick piece of plywood salvaged from my dads barn.
For a brief moment, I thought about having a logo made, designed, you know, the way most businesses do..then I thought about the what and the how and the way I hoped you'd feel when you saw it. The way I'd feel creating it.
There was no other way.
After the cutting and the sanding, came the pink paint! A custom mixed color from two of my favorites used throughout the house. Then I grabbed my big ol' pruners and headed out to fogage some branches. I used maple, pine, mulberry and honey locust.
She reminded me of a camp sign. And it made me smile. It took a long while, days, for me to settle on my design but my goodness when I did? The wee pebbles for the rays? From all my beach frolics? The Sun? The shimmering gold paint? All of it. The scalloped edging in the most fun turquoise? I'm feeling the excitement as I write this, because it was that good.
Yes!!!! That is how I want y'all to feel when you come here, when you create here, when you see my crafts, all of it, feeling.
There is a trend going on, flyers, logos, adds, and they all look the same. It is disheartening. Y'all are loosing your uniqueness, giving away what makes you special, and I don't want to take part in that. We are all rare. Real. Walking, breathing, feeling, inventive and imaginative creatures.
Alive.
That is how I want you to feel around me♡
What do you think of my handmade sign? Do you love it?
♡ I have 3 spots left for my butterfly workshop this Sunday at 2pm. Message me. Come unwind. Sip tea. Create. Unplug. Breathe in the wild scents and sounds of the gardens.

08/22/2026

It's butterfly season.
The unruly August gardens are wild, colorful, fragrant, loud and no longer wanting to be tamed. Everywhere the light touches is being kissed by the bees, nibbled on by the caterpillars, and drunk by the hummingbirds.
And the butterflies. The grateful graceful butterflies fluttering about from flower to flower are subtle reminders of my purpose. To plant. To nurture. To love. To grow. To create. To protect. To honor. To observe. To feel. To be present. And then, to share it so that other's might feel what I'm growing here.
It's workshop time. Come create a beautiful everlasting butterfly with me here in the loft. We'll listen to Joni Mitchell, sip tea, smile, laugh and delight at what your heart and hands create with Natures bounty. Once the workshop is complete, you'll be invited to tour the wild gardens♡
DATE August 30th Sunday
TIME 2PM
Wheatley area*
COST $65
Payment via etransfer at time of booking.
6 Spots available
I look forward to hearing from you. Please let me know if you have any inquiries ~
Please share with your garden loving friends♡

08/21/2026

Y'all ready for a rambles?
Just look at her! Ha! When my sweet friend rolled up carrying this silly fricken head, I knew that she was going to have me crawl out of my comfort zone and ask me to create something extraordinary and colorful for her. I chuckled, she smiled all cute, my goodness she is the cutest little thing and when I asked what colors she was wanting, all she said was purple. When I tell ya her heart bursts all the colors I mean it, so she got the rainbow. Purples, oranges, pinks, fuschias, yellows, and all the shades in between. It's fabulous and it makes me smile and it brought her to tears and she hasn't even met her yet.
This order took me a long time. The tending of the landscape seems never ending, and the gardens seem to be more needy than I remember and leave me little energy to create.
But there are butterflies, bunnies, caterpillars and bees and my turkey friends and my bird friends and they are grateful for the work I do and for what I have created here for them.
I've been quiet. I spent time in the marsh. I've spent less time on my phone and more time between pages of books and my journal.
I'm nearly ready for the slow days, the days where I'm needed less, and feel less tethered.
Til then, I'll keep playing squirrel. Gathering. Harvesting. Foraging. Dreaming. Breathing. Basking. Smiling.
*Do you have a vessel laying around that could use some flowers? Message me! Let me create something beautiful and everlasting for your home♡

08/14/2026

08/05/2026

*Are you seeing this post?
I played Marshgirl the other day. Y'all know she's the version of me that brings me the most peace. The marsh entrance was filled to the brim with duckw**d in every color and it felt like I was paddling through oatmeal til I reached the open waters. Have you ever had the blessing of floating downwind beside a blooming patch of Lotus? (Nelumbo lutea) Let me tell ya, if the heavens had a scent and I'm certain they have many, you'd find that one there for sure.
I paddled a different way this time, to the left, under the fishing bridge, and out into the wild waters of what I call "the thick marsh". The water is low, the Egrets show me while they stand guard hunting for fish. I needed calm, however the winds picked up and my spirit got a little sassy towards it. "I need still, I need peace, I need simple. Please, please stop blowing." I'm not for certain the winds heard my plea, but I do know, the paddle got easier as I floated along until my fin let me know, that we were as far as we were going to get on this adventure. We were stuck. And it was beautiful.
I propped my life jacket against my wicker basket, got out my snacks of walnuts and dates, and layed down under the blue sunshine filled sky and became one with the marsh. One by one, the winged ones came closer. The swallows zigzagged through the air catching bugs, the herons, and egrets wadded close and I watched with wonder at their ability to plunge their long bills into the waters and catch tiny iridescent fish that glistened in the Soleil before they gobbled them down. There were little wonders all around me. Turles. Whirlygigs. Big fish. Little fish. Eagles. Dragonflies. Damselflies. I found the peace I was looking for.
I read my book, just a few chapters, there were so many distractions it was hard for me to focus.
Have y'all read that book? Where the crawdads Sing? I've read it more than once.
There's a part in the book, where Kya is learing how to read. Tate brought her Aldo Leopold's A sand county Almanac...Slowly, she unraveled each word of the sentence: "There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot."
I am one of those people~

08/03/2026

The Earth is alive with the sound of music. The birds, the crickets, the cicadas, the bees, even the worms and the quiet ones are singing, just listen. My Tree friends leaves are turned towards the Soleil, breathing a sigh of relief and releasing a little hymn of gratitude, if you listen. I am grateful. Watching the gardens and the land suffer is hard on my Spirit. No matter how much I played Rain Woman, the tiny piece of Earth under my care struggled, and I struggled right along with Her. The heavy stems of the Joe pye w**d are laying this way and that, the marigolds heads hang heavy with the weight of the skies blessings, the zinnias are reminding me that they need a bit more support, but the song, the song in the winds makes the wild abandon the most beautiful.

07/25/2026

Snippets of the Summer gardens~
My whole heart is planted here and it's bursting♡

07/22/2026

I'd love to talk about the "w**ds everyone seems to hate". So that's what I'm going to do. These "w**ds" have names. These "w**ds" have purpose. These "w**ds" are worth getting to know. The higher then all mighty mentality of the human species is missing the highest power of them all. Connection. Connection to the Earth, and to one another.

Despite being classified as an aggressive invasive noxious w**d in Ontario, Canada thistle provides key ecological benefits. It is a valuable nectar source for pollinators like honey bees and native long-tongued bees, serves as food for Painted Lady caterpillars and songbirds (like goldfinches), and its deep root system can help loosen compacted soils and mine deep nutrients.

While it causes issues for crop yield and biodiversity in agricultural areas, (farmers spray) the plant directly supports specific wildlife and beneficial insects in larger naturalized ecosystems. The primary beneficiaries include:

Pollinators: Canada thistle produces abundant, high-quality nectar, making it a critical seasonal food source for honey bees and various butterfly species.

Birds: Seed-eating songbirds like the Eastern Goldfinch, Indigo Bunting, and Pine Siskin rely heavily on the plant’s mature seed heads.
Butterflies and Insects: The foliage serves as a primary larval host for the Painted Lady butterfly, and the flowers attract a variety of predatory insects like ladybugs, which assist with pest control in nearby vegetation.

Livestock (with management): Young Canada thistle rosettes have a nutritional value comparable to alfalfa. Under careful rotational or "trained" grazing programs, sheep and goats can benefit from it as a forage source. There's a business idea! Got goats?

The Soil Ecosystem: The plant’s long taproots can pe*****te deeply into the ground, pulling subsoil nutrients to the surface and loosening dense or compacted earth.

Human Foragers: The young, tender stems (peeled) and spring leaves (spines removed or boiled) are edible and highly nutritious. Furthermore, herbalists and traditional medicine practitioners use parts of the root for its anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties.
Thistle. That's her Name.

07/19/2026

Snippets of this little life~
I'll be opening up the wee shop next weekend! Come say hi. Walk the gardens. Breathe. Smile.
Workshop to make a sweet little rearview mirror wreaths coming soon! Who is ready to gather at the craft table with me?

07/17/2026

There is rage, sadness and anger inside of me.
I don't belong here~
I'll keep watering my wee forest.
I'll keep watering my gardens.
I'll keep planting seeds.
I'll keep creating pretty things.
I'll keep planting trees.
And I will weep sprawled out on my little piece of Earth and water Her with my tears and pray.