It was a quiet Saturday morning in Ore City, the kind where the air still carries a hint of last night’s dew and everything feels untouched. I wandered through the local farmer’s market without much purpose—until I saw her stand. Buckets of fresh flowers stood proudly beneath a linen canopy, wild and wonderful in every color imaginable. Something drew me in. Maybe it was the way th... https://growingmemoriesflowerfarm.blogspot.com/2025/06/slow-down-with-flowers-why-you-should.html