The Flowers We Share
The sun rises over 2025 blooms at Crimson Ridge Flower Farm
There’s a small stretch of ground here on the prairie that began to change in 2025.
What was once simply open space became something a little more intentional—rows of flowers planted not just to grow, but to be shared.
That’s how Crimson Ridge Flower Farm began.
It wasn’t started as a production plan or a business model. It began as a quiet opportunity to bring a bit of beauty into the everyday—to place something living, something gathered, into the hands of others and let it carry a little joy with it.
In that first season, we watched the rhythm of it all take shape. Seeds to stems. Stems to bouquets. And bouquets finding their way into places we may never fully see or understand.
Through a partnership with Unexpected Blooms, hundreds of stems were donated and transformed into arrangements delivered to nursing homes, homebound seniors, and hospice patients. Small moments of beauty, placed where they’re often needed most.
It felt like the right beginning.
As we step into our second season in 2026, the farm continues in that same spirit—with a little more intention behind where the harvest goes.
Proceeds from this year’s farmstand will be given in full to Project Nic, helping support children around the world who are growing up in circumstances far different from our own.
If the fields are generous this year—if the weather holds, and the harvest comes—we hope to continue sharing flowers with Unexpected Blooms as well.
The farmstand itself will be a little quieter this season. It won’t be open every week, as our focus remains on creating meaningful, well-prepared stays for guests at the Schoolhouse and Matilda.
But when it is open, it will carry the same intention it always has.
A chance to pause.
To notice something growing.
To take a small piece of it with you—or pass it along to someone else.
Out here, not everything needs to be constant to be meaningful.
Sometimes it’s enough that it’s there when it is.
And that it’s shared when it can be.
—Lara