here goes nothing.
My name is Colleen and I am an aspiring Mainer and a plant-first-ask-questions-later new flower farmer. My partner and I moved to our beautiful home in Portland, Maine about 2 years ago after spending nearly a decade in Portland, Oregon. We can talk about why over a gin and tonic sometime. We spend a lot of time on the road for work, and both of us are getting a bit sick of that. Last year, because we could, we built 4 raised beds and I grew an entire mess of vegetables and greens and it felt like the sanest thing that I had done in years. Because it was a good thing to do, I also seeded a ton of wildflowers with the simple idea that it would help pollinators and that in turn would help my vegetables. All true, and worked like a charm. With one surprise. I found myself tending that patch of flowers like they were the rarest orchids you’ve ever seen. I loved them. I visited every day and made sure that they were looked after. Wildflowers. The bulk kind you get at Lowes as you walk by on your way to get the plumbing supplies you are actually there for.
From the moment I tucked away the beds for the winter (the long, longer, longest winter) here in Maine, I was dreaming and planning and buying seeds. I was hooked. And I was hooked on flowers. So we’re going to give it a try. I’ve been reading and learning and asking a lot of questions. I’ve already had great successes and some embarrassing failures. I’m driving everyone crazy around me talking about soil and flowers and temperatures and light. I used to write a blog when I was working as an actor in New York approximately 4 million years ago, but I haven’t written since then. So I’m going to re-learn to do that too. All at age 42.
I guess some of us were born late bloomers.