In June of 2019, Diadem Flower Co. moved down the road to a beautiful farmhouse completed around 1852 by Abram Morrison and his wife Isabella Stanley Morrison. He is listed in the 1850 census as a farmer. Our bit of it is 10 acres, but we know that it was 30 acres when the deed was sold to Abram in 1829 for 25 pounds and remained intact until the 1980s. Abram and Isabella, as well as a handful of other close family members are buried on the property under a beautiful apple tree on top of a hill. We’re glad they are there. We think of them often as we make decisions for the land or the house and we wonder what their lives were like here.  For now we are happy to steward the Morrison Homestead while it’s our turn to live here. Currently the farm is not open to the public, although please reach out via email if you have a question or idea.

Below you’ll find posts about what’s growing, weddings, farm plans, travel, and more. Have a look around and be in touch if you have questions or if we can help!

on change

This is my first professional headshot, taken in 2001. I was finishing up a graduate…

5 weeks…

That’s the date my calendar shows as the first date we start seeding cold hardy…

i love a plan

Hello from just below freezing! It’s been a bitterly cold and windy couple of days…

tulips: a primer

As I mentioned in the last post, our killing frost was a couple of weekends…

the killing frost

I’ve always loved that term. It sounds so brutal, and it is, but it’s also…

hitting our stride

To hit one’s stride, to achieve a regular or steady pace or course. To reach the point…

not just yet

“…and all at once, summer collapsed into fall.”  – Oscar Wilde I dread autumn. Sure,…

wait, august??

How does this happen every year? We climb through the depths of winter and second…

one month in

Let’s start with the accomplishments. Not as a way to self congratulate, although I have…

life comes at you fast

Some adjustment periods are a little more aggressive than others, aren’t they? This current one…

it’s official

We are moving. After 3 years in this beautiful little 1921 four square in Portland’s…

fear + courage

I’ve come back to this post three times since I started writing it and every…

Where Do I Start?

This is always the question, isn’t it? Where do I start? The last time I…

/rant

Hi friends. In a last minute pivot, the Farm we were considering didn’t work out…

12 Laundry Baskets

I just bought 12 laundry baskets. They will be here on Friday. Why would anyone…

Spring Fever…

…or is it just a regular fever. I’m sad to report that I managed to…

Snow Day #47

I’ll admit to feeling joy when I got the call from the school district this…

The Power of Yes

I know I’ve written about the daily risks of life as a musician, a freelancer,…

Beauty as a Human Right

I am so excited. It’s time, finally. Trays are bleached, starting mix has been acquired,…

Two Steps Forward…

We all know what comes next. The one step back. It happened today for me…

Can I come home now?

I am incredibly fortunate in so many ways. I travel the world for my job…

headlong

There is rest and relaxation expected of the holidays and this time in the in-between.…

a new step

What a week! We’re home now, thank goodness, and it’s only taken about a week…

practical winter

There’s a time for dreaming and planning and then there is a time for leaping…

the hourglass flip

I know that the summer solstice was months ago, and that we’re still two months…

the last breath of autumn

For two more glorious days, it’s open window weather here and I’m planning on enjoying…

autumn to-do

Honestly, this post is for me.  But you’re welcome to bear witness my neurosis. 🙂…

the flower house

It was a day last autumn and I was tucking away the vegetable beds, well…

autumnal malaise

good morning. This morning I woke up rotten sick from last weekend’s unfortunate travel experience…

special delivery

Over the last couple of days, a bunch of really encouraging messages have come in…

against forgetting

I guess it’s good to keep a record like this blog and the associated instagram…

the hard way

Every day I go outside and marvel at the changes that 24 hours brings.  I…

may, she will stay

Spring just declared herself in Portland and I am not sure which way to turn.…

the mess

“All the “not readies,” all the “I need time,” are understandable, but only for a…

late bloomers

well. here goes nothing. My name is Colleen and I am an aspiring Mainer and…